Disclaimer: I own nothing of Sigma 6, which is owned by Hasbro. Only the plot is mine and I make no money from this.
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Hi-Tech sighed as he sat back, rubbing his left forearm over his forehead to clear off some sweat.
He cast his gaze over the several towers of boxes and sighed again, putting his hands against his lower back as he stretched to ease out a crick in his back.
This had to be one of his more boring tasks, at least through the repetition of it all. What he had to do was go through each box carefully and catalog its contents so that the stuff could be either destroyed, put in the Vault, or a number of other things.
He also had to make sure none of the boxes had been tampered with or worse, had a soul box hidden inside.
So far though, it was all clear and Hi-Tech hoped it would stay that way.
Popping his neck, he reached for the clipboard again to get back to work. Wishing and grumbling wouldn't complete this task, though help would have been greatly appreciated.
Growling about stupid budget cuts made by uninvolved committees, Hi-Tech grabbed the next box with his free hand to pull it over to himself to start working again.
At least his lunch break was only five minutes away.