TF: Sometime before Inferno Crisis 2014.
Derrick Scrivens sat in just one seat at a long table currently seating fourteen other men and one woman. They were there to discuss a variety of issues related to their own areas of expertise, but at that very moment, it was his topic that was being discussed. The topic of the cyborg program the company was currently testing.


"We have one already being tested in the field," Scrivens stated, answering the question of when the first one would be in action. "Its stats can be monitored at all times from a control room and its camera feed is also streamed back there."

"Is there any delay in the stream?" a man named Walsh asked. "I would think the whole program would be no good to anyone if there's even a few seconds of delay."

What does Walsh know? His area of expertise is missiles. Sure, the cyborgs are capable of launching their own missiles, no doubt provided by his area, but who gives a fuck what the missile guy thinks? They were there to discuss the future, not something already in the market.

"There is no delay whatsoever," Scrivens answered. "Our current prototype uses top of the line equipment in all areas, including its camera feed system."

"How successful has this prototype actually been though?" the woman, Adler, then asked. "Has it been able to handle all of the targets given to it?"

Bitch. She likes to throw questions like that at me. Questions that she knows very well could result in the others turning against the idea of cyborg project if I don't answer them carefully. She wants to watch me struggle, but I'm not going to give her the pleasure.

After thinking for a moment, Scrivens replied with, "The results have been differing but satisfying. The tests have resulted in a lot of useful information for future models. And don't get me wrong, the current model is effective, but future models will be nearly flawless when it comes to completing an objective."

The other people seated at the table began talking amongst themselves for a moment, digesting the information Scrivens just fed to them. He made it sound extremely promising, and while he hoped to deliver exactly what he described to them, they didn't need to know about the... hiccups that had been encountered during the current field tests.

"When can we expect to see the prototype in action for ourselves?" another man, Lombardi, asked. "Seeing it in action for ourselves would do a lot to convince us of its potential."

"Soon," Scrivens promptly answered, before adding, "Very soon, I promise."

If you'd like, I could always arrange for it to pay you a private visit. Fucking prick, he's never offered up anything useful or relevant at these meetings. I'm not sure why they even allow him in here.

"Well, Mr. Scrivens," Faust, the man they were all answering to that day, started to say, "it sounds like your project is going as planned. Does anyone have anything else to add?"

No one did and so that was the end of that meeting. Moments later, Scrivens headed down to his car with one thing in mind: proving that CP-ZERO and all that followed it would be as useful as hoped, changing the very way that future combats played out, as well as aiding in other related tasks.