Tape entered the large red doors. There was a lady there to greet him. She had black hair put into a bun, peach skin, a professional-looking white button-up shirt, a black skirt, and black high-heels. She wore black square glasses that framed her blue eyes.
"Hello, Tape." She showed no emotion in her words. "I am Regina."
"Robot-gina more like it." Tape muttered under his breath. "I'm gonna see da Boss now, so stay outta my way."
Tape walked past her and shuddered. He kicked open the door to his Boss's room and sat down on the empty seat.
"Wassup, Boss? Wot's teh gig?"
He turned around in the chair. He was a short man wearing a dark red suit and tie, black shoes and had his short brown hair slicked back.
"Ah, Tape. Welcome."
"Sup."
"You see, I need a...younger test subject for our little experiment." He handed Tape an envelope. "This contains the information for the target. Bring them here by three days and you'll," he rubbed his pointer finger and his thumb together, "have your reward. Don't, and I'll do to you that I did to the last person who failed to meet my demands."
Tape gulped and accepted the envelope. "I won't fail ya, Boss." He stood up and opened the envelope on his way to the door. "Boss?"
"What's the issue, Tape?"
"This is just a little goirly. Don't ya think we should try a guy first or somthin'?"
"Oh, we already have before. Remember, your life is on the line, Tape."
"Yes...Boss."