 No Touchy! ♥ demented_teacher
First, his prized museum-quality reproduction of the famous painting, Gunter the Violent is the Winner, was blown to bits. Now his custom-carved mahogany conference table was blown to bits the size of toothpicks . . . expensive toothpicks!
Rex stood and glared at the clearly deranged inventor. He didn't realize it, but he had his wand pointed at the man. "Blowing things up, isn't the way we do things around here, Mr. Thatcher," he finally replied evenly but he couldn't disguise the irritation in his voice.
"I don't know how you got your wand past security but you need to hand it over and get out of here."
A quick glance at the Patents employees, and he saw that they were ready for action. As department head, I should lead the way. Rex shrugged his shoulders and gave Alina a smirk. Nobody messes with a Vindictus. Nobody!
"Your patent has been denied, Mr. Thatcher. Have a nice day. Expelliarmus!"
A red light shot out of his wand and towards the inventor.
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