Data Sheets

[Sara Stanton]

Sara blinks.

"Come again?"

[Quentin Watson]

"Ms. Stanton, in light of recent events, we are prepared to allocate a portion of Her Majesty's research budget to your project of exploring and defining the certain unique properties of omnipurpose cellular structures in directions that are considered both sufficient and necessary to enhance the safety of Queen and Country."

[Sara Stanton]

"You... what? Research budget? Me?"

"I... wow. I have to think about that. Talk to Will and Dr Bowen. I mean... bloody hell, are you serious?"

[Quentin Watson]

"I don't joke, Ms. Stanton."

[Sara Stanton]

"That's incredible... Not the no joking, the offer, of course. How can I contact you?"

[Quentin Watson]

"I'll leave my contact information with you--but don't take too long. After current world events, we're moving forward rapidly--I'd hate for you to be left behind."

[Sara Stanton]

"After... right, of course. But I would still work in the university labs, yes?"

[Quentin Watson]

"You can work wherever it is most convenient for you, though of course you would be expected to maintain secrecy about the project. You would have access to our equipment, if need be."

[Sara Stanton]

"Well this all sounds very amazing, but ultimately it's up to Will. I mean technically he's the test-subject afterall."

[Quentin Watson]

"We're dealing with you. You're the lead on this project."

[Sara Stanton]

"I still can't decide this over his head."

[Quentin Watson]

"Very well," he chuckled.

"Just don't keep us waiting too long. You need to know how to grab opportunities when they appear."

[Sara Stanton]

"I won't! I'll call you as soon as I can. Just... blimey, I need a moment to think about this."

[Quentin Watson]

"Of course. If you'll excuse me, I have other duties to attend to..."

[Sara Stanton]

Sara nods, still kinda stunned by what just happened.