Pulling the loaded backpack from my shoulders, I began my tour of the house by walkinginto what must have been a formal parlor at one time. The beam f...om my flashlight bounced offthe ceiling to reveal ornate crown molding adorning the top of the walls. The aged wallpapermust have been silk, as it seemed to have withstood the test of time. Only strands here and thereof the rich colored paper were frayed and hanging. Walking deeper into the room I saw whereshadows of portraits must have hung. I don't remember meeting her or even talking to her but the funny thing is I remember that vespa. Later that day a cute girl rolled up to my work space and parked in front of me and I noticed it was the same vespa that rode past me earlier. As she dismounted her Italian bike she took her helmet off and said can you help me like that last time? Then I remembered her asking me to help her check her air pressure about a week ago. I asked her if she rode by my shop earlier today but it was not her. “The main conference room is down this way,” Ted said. “There are some crazy offices down at the other end, but I’ll let Matilda tell you about those during the meeting.”When they got to The conference room, it was a long room, with built in cabinets along both of the long walls, except where the door was on the inside wall on one end of the room. The far wall was just a blank white space. The table was large enough for 16 people if you were willing to be cozy. Matilda and Tony were seated on. The metal was still full of impurities, compounds and elements that hadn’t joined together to create Demium and were instead held in suspension. With the block glowing white-hot and practically melting through the stone table, Adrian worked quickly to activate his band saw-sized automatic hammer and his industrial cutting torch, used to bore through the thickest armor plating ever made. The former had been outfitted with Ignium surfaces, since anything that the Demium touched while hot was.