Tech sat in a leather chair, his face showing grave concern while the fireplace roared to his right. In his hand, he held a glass of whiskey. There was something bothering him, otherwise, he wouldn't be in this room.

 

John had tried to betray him, and of course, he couldn't let that stand, that's why he had brought him here, and locked him up, but there was something else. John had handled most of the intercontinental shipping, which meant he knew things that Tech would prefer only people he could trust know. And he no longer trusted John.

 

Somberly he stood up from his chair, and set his glass down on the mantle, regrettably, he knew what he had to do.

 

Tech snapped his fingers, causing two robot's, very similar to the ones that had apprehended John, to come up beside him. He gave them a command

 

"Bring him here"