"NO! I refuse. I won't let you.", Said the old German man in the lab coat.
"I'm sorry professor, but I have my orders." The curt tone of the dark gentleman in front of him only served to further cement the 'career soldier' opinion the doctor had formed about his unwelcome guest. He didn't like it.
"The project is to be completed and battle ready by this time next week Dr. Weir", he continued, "To have any chance of meeting the council's deadline, we must start the weaponisation process now."
"This is not what I signed up for at all", spat the professor. " I promised you a prototype, and that is exactly what I delivered. It was built as a proof of concept, not for actual combat."
He took a pause to catch his breath. His asthma was getting worse.
"Are you going to just strap guns to my life's work, Marshall?"
The officer leaned across the table, giving the gasping German a good look at his face. A face that had seen the horrors out there, what the Kaiju were capable of.
"If that's what it takes to put these bastards into the ground, then I have no problem doing just that. And if you have a problem, I can have you sent back to hell hole in which I found you."
As Dr Weir slumped back into his chair, the Marshall looked out the window, toward the construction bay. Toward the sleeping giant.
"Soon", he mused, "Very Soon".
Between coughs, he heard the professor once again, "This is madness, and we don't have a single pilot yet, let alone two".
Just then, the canopy opened up to welcome the next landing helicopter. This one carried a very special cargo.
"We do now…"