It had been two weeks... or was it three? Maybe it was four...
Either way it had been quite some time since Jack's death, and since his return from the funeral, Conner had completely immerse himself in his work with Valor Unlimited. Conner sat hunched over his work table, soldering the last few connections. The teen, who was now only a few months from being twenty, was dressed in a pair of powder blue boxers and a wife-beater shirt that at some point had been white.
Various stains littered his clothes, indicating it had been some time since he had last changed. Deep, dark bags under his eyes indicated it had been days since he last slept so much as an hour, and his scraggy, poorly kept beard indicated it had not shaved since the funeral. For a man who had spent most of his life following a daily grooming schedule, down to how many strokes per tooth he must brush, treating it like a religion, it was quite the odd sight to see him in such a state.
With mild satisfaction Conner completed work on the left gauntlet of his new armour and rose from his chair. He walked over to the mannequin dressed in his armour, and slipped the completed gauntlet onto, completing the set. The boy young man stepped back and whistled, admiring his work.
After the death of Jack Flash, Conner had realised how flawed his original design was and just how unprepared their team was.
For most, it was a time of mourning, yet Conner treated it as a simple software beta-test failure. Something that could be fixed with the right upgrades.
"Sir, there is an hour until the meeting Called by Mr. DNA." The voice of Aya the Artificial intelligence created by Conner spoke through the rooms intercom. Formally housed within his old armour, Conner had since transferred her to the computer system of their headquarters to run the day to say work, and created a wireless connection with his armour for seamless transfer.
Conner sighed as his bare feet walked across the cold workshop floor, making his way for the nearby sink. "I told you to let me know a day in advance so I could be properly rested." He growled in response.
"Sir, you are well aware I have informed you of the impending meeting every fifteen minutes for the last twenty four hours, yet you have refused to acknowledge it." The female computer voice snapped with a surprising amount of underlying emotion.
Conner sighed again and poured a glass of water before downing the entire thing in a single gulp. Already incredibly thin, Conner was now boarder line dangerously thing, taking in only the minimal amount of calories to live for the last few weeks.
His ribs stuck out in a horribly obvious way, which made him say at his own appearance. Conner reached up and pulled on his unkempt long and greasy hair. No time to cut it, barely enough time for a shower, a shave, getting dressed, and making his way to the board room.
Conner frowned and took a step for the door when suddenly a new idea crossed his mind. A new way to divert energy to maximise his flight drive. Tossing the plastic cup into the sink, Conner dashed over to the mannequin, removed the chest piece and dropped it on top of the work bench, "Remind me in another fifteen minutes. With my helmet, I don't need to shave." He ordered the Artificial intelligence. With an eerily human sigh, Aya acknowledged.
As he worked,. Aya suddenly beeped, and incoming call from Conner's mother. With the deepest sigh yet, the young man allowed the call to be punched in. Working away at top speed, his Mother's voice filled the work shop.
"Conner, what's going on? I received a call from one of your professors today. They say you haven't been to class in weeks. What have you been doing?" Her voice was full of concern, yet all Conner could imagine when he hear that voice, was all the guild that woman magically was able to force upon him.
Conner groaned, "Mum, listen. I've been busy consulting and earning money for my tuition. I've been handing in every assignment, and taking every test, exam, or quiz, since they are all hosted online. I've only missed a few in class assignments were less than 0.3% each. It will hardly effect my grade average." He tried to explain in a way that would end the conversation quickly.
His mother however seemed unconvinced, "You've lost your number 1 position, you know that right? I thought you wanted to graduate with top grades."
"I'm sorry mum." Conner replied, rolling his eyes as he continued his work, "I am doing some really important work, but I signed a non disclosure agreement so I can't tell you the details. The good news is, this job will set me up for live in the private sector."
His mother sighed, and Conner could just imagine her frowning face, "You need to have the best grades possible if you want to run your own company some day."
Conner gave a small dry chuckle, "I may be running my own company sooner than either of us dreamed..." He hung up with out waiting for a response and continued his work.
Five minutes to the meeting Conner hastily dawned his armour. To this day, no one had yet to see him out of his armour. He was wearing his new armor.
He was one of the last to arrive and take his seat as Dr. DNA explained the documents and control of the company. When Dr. DNA was done with his speech, Mainframe spoke up, his helmet modifying his speech to make his voice unrecognisable. "I am more then willing to fulfil my role as a part owner of the company. I refuse to see Jack's death be just another random statistic. Even if I have to carry on alone."