INT. LAB/OFFICE: NIGHT
A small metal room with an office space in one corner and in another a bench with several computers and wires.
Sat at the desk is DR IAN EDYSON, a frowning man in his late thirties dressed in a futuristic shortened lab coat with an ID card built into the sleeve.
Opposite him, also in a lab coat, is DR EMMA COOPER, a nervous girl in her late twenties.
You've only been here two months.
I know. And I'm sorry. But, I can't... I don't think this is the job for me.
Why not? Your work is impeccable. Your contribution is valuable. You've impressed a lot of people. Everyone's pleased with you. What's the problem?
It's not that side of the work that's the problem...
Oh, okay, so what your saying that this is a personal matter?
Okay, because that's not my area. I only involve myself in my teams personal matters if it impacts the work. So unless your pregnant or something...
No. No. It's...it's...
A siren goes off.
Two soldiers come into the room.