PC name: David Tennant

Location: Regiblaster Clothing Works

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Date and time: January 10, 1921

Episode #2

Another bloody cold day in Rochester as I was summoned to the office of Theodore Meyer in the Clothing Works factory. I was confused as to why I was being summoned to his office rather than going straight to work on the machines on the ground floor. As I walked there, I was pondering whether this was a contract termination visit or not.

Mr. Meyer’s secretary brought myself and another man, Joseph King, into the office very enthusiastically. I all could think before sitting down was “that woman is wearing too much red”.

From the way he dressed, it seemed like Joseph King was coming from a different profession than tinkering or inventing. Battered coat, worn down shoes. A factory worker? Can’t imagine he’s too happy about being called in here.

Mr. Meyer greeted us and explained that he had brought the both of us here to talk about security for the factory. It occurred to me at that there was some kind of explosion recently. Perhaps conflict with some bigger figures. Nothing I concerned myself with on a day to day basis. He had called the two of us there to talk about how to improve security measures; primarily myself as an inventor.

“What kind of security do you have at present?” I asked. He shrugged and replied that there were some guards on shift, but no real security.

“What break ins has the factory experienced?” I asked assuming that Mr. Meyer was looking for some kind of counter measures, but I was thinking too offensively after the firefight I was a part of the other night. Mr. Meyer was being very vague and continued to pursue this idea of security.

His secretary offered us coffee, though I can’t imagine where it was on the way in. Or, for that matter, if there was any because the smell of coffee would be a vacation from the factory stench. But I respectfully declined in spite of this.

“When does your factory close, Mr. Meyer?” Mr. Meyer laughed a little as the factory never closes. It runs 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. Now this was a problem. How was I expected to come up with an idea around security for a place that never closes? More to the point why is he afraid of a break in if the factory is always open? These were questions that I would need to keep quick on my toes about.

Think David. THINK. Tripwires? No. “Normally, Mr. Meyer, I would recommend a series of tripwires, but maybe arming your guards more effectively is the answer considering you never close.”

Mr. Meyer replied, now being a little more specific, “How do we keep people out of restricted areas?” Ah. Now we’re getting somewhere! He wants to keep people out of areas they shouldn’t be. It was moments like this I was glad I always had my personalized, lock-picking screwdriver to make a point.

“Reinforced locks. I have device that can breakthrough any locked door and is pocket-sized.” I pulled out my lock-picking screwdriver. “But I can create locks that it can’t break.” I had actually made several already, but only for my own home and shop.

Mr. Meyer stared at me almost blankly considering the possibility of this. He turned to Joseph and asked him if he knew of anything capable of this to which Joseph responded, “Yeah, yeah, that’s a thing. There are devices that do a lot of things.” I had completely been ignoring Mr. King’s existence in the room as he was conversing with the bright red secretary.

I stood up, slightly frustrated and walked outside of the office. Joseph followed me in what seemed to be curiosity. “Lock the door behind me, Mr. Meyer.” I closed the door at which point, Joseph asked me about the screwdriver to which I told him it was one of a kind and not for sale. He then asked about the locks while Mr. Meyer was locking the door. I hadn’t thought of a price, so I said $40 of the top of my head.

“Why don’t you make it $60?” he asked. I stared at him thinking. I processed very quick that he wanted to make some money off of this and I could also charge what I would like for my advanced locks. “And then you can throw $10 my way.” While this felt respectable, $60 felt a little high even to through $10 for a false recommendation.

I heard Meyer sitting back down, at his desk and felt my heart racing. “55” I said to King and broke through the lock in a split second to delay this discussion further before the anxiety in my gut came to.

We walked back in the moment after Mr. Meyer sat down. Looking shocked at the time it took to do this, I could tell he was impressed. He agreed to the price of $55 per lock, but asked what else I could provide him. Joseph went on to explain that someone could potential plant explosives in the factory machines.

An explosives detector? I must have said this a loud as the others in the room reacted to it. I didn’t know if I could make a device like that. As I went to say this, King nudged me. I understood he was trying to make me have Theodore believe anything as possible. But this would take time even if I could do it. I requested 2 weeks and Theodore immediately accepted and told me get to work.

Feeling slightly upset about the latter part of the meeting, I walked quickly toward the exit. King approached my again, but the smell and taste of copper for the factory made my walking more brisk. King walked with me for wait seemed like only a moment and said how we could do well working together. I don’t quite remember what I said, but I think I agreed before walking off.

Oh, the work ahead.