The butler of the house answered the door, as it opened he viewed a young female with dirty blonde hair and stylish uniform with the name Hayven displayed on the front.
“You are?” the butler asked with an eyebrow raised.
“I'm the technician dispatched to go over the dangers and complete the install of the software.”
“ I see, come in I will go get Mr. Ronan” allowing the technician inside while traveling smoothly across the floor towards a door to the side of the room. Knocking on the door waiting for a response from inside.
“Is she here yet.”
“I’m afraid not sir, but a technician is here to see you.”
The door opened as Mr. Ronan looked towards the entrance at the woman. He gestured toward her telling her to come into the room. Noticing the motion, the technician walked over and into the room see two sofas facing each other and in the middle was a stylish colored glass coffee table.
“Please sit, would you like anything to drink,” said the butler while holding a pen and paper.
“I’ll have a water please” the butler nods and leaves the room.
At the exit of the butler, the technician takes out a tablet.
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She began to explain the papers that Mr. Ronan would need to address before they can hand over the product. First is the liability contract and the damage contract. Both represent the same kind of policy. The former for personal injury and the latter for property damage. After Mr. Ronan signed the papers next thing on the list was dangers of using the product in ways not designed. Lastly, The technician handed a small book that was used to spot if a product was showing sign behavior not designated in the original programming. She warned could lead to a free-thinking weapon with a free will able to kill anything in site. Mr. Ronan understood what that implied.
After all the paperwork had a signature, the butler had returned with a glass of water. He placed on the table and then exited.
“So when will she be here.”
“Soon, very soon.” taking a sip of her water.
Oh, I almost forgot.”
The technician removes a bundle of blueprints from her pack.
“These are the blueprints for your custom order; they show what modules she has equipped and any psychical modifications that occurred during the gestation period.”
Along with papers is a contract.
“All of this is confidential and so if you release any of the documents the full weight of our legal team with land on your head.
She finished with a smile at the end of the sentence. With all the documentation squared away, there was a knock on the door.
“Sir, a car is at the front gates.”
“It would seem it is time to meet them out front,” he says while standing up.
He rushes through the door to the front doors out onto the grand stairs that leads to the roundabout. He watches a company car drive up in front of him. The driver gets out releasing the passager. A bit of anger seems to rises as he hates having to deal with suits, but he hides it well since it is part of his job. The suit walks over to the back door and opens it. That bit of anger is overwhelmed with extreme happiness. His daughter is home.
As Mr. Ronan is the head of an assassin conglomerate, the fact that him having a family would be dangerous would be self-evident but, he was also young. He was making some money that he had never dreamed after becoming the head of the organization and decided that he could safely settle down with a family. That entailed a kid. The kid turned out to be a daughter who was named Elizabeth. After 12 years of being together and relative safety, the guard had eased too much, and a snake slithered into the garden. As a result of that snake, the mother and the child sacrificed for the father to continue. Mr. Ronan keeps tabs on technologies that could bring his daughter back and when had heard that Hayven Corp. had found a way he contacted them immediately. Realizing that it could be a reality he ordered a particular request. He saddened him when had to make her a killing machine to hide the expenditure from the other bosses, but it also meant that she could protect herself from any threat.