would, sir,” Penrow answered, approaching Wickenburg with files then setting blueprints and documents down in front of him. “These are my client’s patented designs that were copyrighted over a year ago. You can see that they correlate perfectly with his weapon, which he presented at the meeting three days prior.”
“Lies,” Siddoway blurted with a scowl, glancing at Mueller with hate.
Wickenburg glanced at Siddoway for his mild outburst but didn’t rebuke him.
“Here are DVD recordings of my client and his engineers creating the weapon in their lab at his facility with dates in chronological order,” added Penrow.
“Hollywood fiction at its worst,” Siddoway blurted again.
“Alex? You’ll have a chance to speak. Please contain yourself,” Wickenburg rebuked.
“It is clear the weapon was put together by my client and his team one phase at a time, tested then prepared for the market in a professional manner,” Penrow continued before taking his seat.
“Mr. Siddoway, you’re up,” stated Wickenburg.
“Kick some ass, boss,” Scott whispered, handing him the briefcase.
“Thanks Scott,” Siddoway answered in a soft tone, opening the briefcase and standing up.
Mueller and his team of goons watched him like a hawk.
“Sam, I’d like to show you what the authentic and genuine blueprint of the XD-Three Thousand looks like,” stated Siddoway, unfolding a large document. “The reason mine is genuine is for one reason and one alone. I designed it,” he added as the large blueprint unfurled and draped past his knees.
Wickenburg and the others on the board panel gave the blueprint a hard look. Siddoway continued on, oblivious to a horrible error on his blueprint, draping wide-open for all to see.
“Now, as I have mentioned before, I—”
“—What is that logo on the sides of your blueprint, Alex?” asked Wickenburg.
Siddoway paused and stared down at the schematics on the paper as he noticed the logos of the Mueller Weapons Incorporated on either side of the document. A numbing, speechless feeling of dread gripped him as he realized he was holding their blueprint and that he looked like a gigantic thieving jack-ass. He was busted and sold out.
“That’s my blueprint!” Mueller yelled, standing in disbelief.
Siddoway turned to Scott, staring at him pale-faced. His premonitions became darker by the second as he watched Scott look away from him like a coward. He was set-up, ambushed and slam dunked at the same time.
“Scott? What is this? I asked you to bring my original blueprints of the XD,” stated Siddoway, glaring. “Why the hell is this in my briefcase?”
“That’s all the plans I could find on the XD, boss,” said Scott in a quiet voice, staring at him through his spectacles.
Siddoway crumpled the blueprint, boiling with fury, staring at Scott like he was going to kill him.
“You treacherous, lying little piece of shit!” growled Siddoway, throwing the crumpled-up wad of blueprint at Scott. “They bought you out, didn’t they? You wiped out my files, didn’t you, you little bastard?”
Scott sat in his seat, scared that Siddoway was going to hit him.
“Wickenburg! Are you not going to say something?” yelled Mueller. “Siddoway had my blueprint in his briefcase! Is that not proof enough?”
“You freaking snake!” said Siddoway, grabbing Scott by his lab coat lapels. “I trusted you! I ought to knock your block off right now!”
“Alex, get a hold of yourself!” Wickenburg yelled, standing up along with the board members. “Get security!”
Mueller’s attorneys ran out the door for help.
“I will not, Sam!” Siddoway shouted, letting go of Scott. “These men broke into my house, stole my files, paid off my employee and the Library of Congress!”
“What? The Library of Congress ? Are you insane?” cried Mueller. “You stole from
“Lies,” Siddoway blurted with a scowl, glancing at Mueller with hate.
Wickenburg glanced at Siddoway for his mild outburst but didn’t rebuke him.
“Here are DVD recordings of my client and his engineers creating the weapon in their lab at his facility with dates in chronological order,” added Penrow.
“Hollywood fiction at its worst,” Siddoway blurted again.
“Alex? You’ll have a chance to speak. Please contain yourself,” Wickenburg rebuked.
“It is clear the weapon was put together by my client and his team one phase at a time, tested then prepared for the market in a professional manner,” Penrow continued before taking his seat.
“Mr. Siddoway, you’re up,” stated Wickenburg.
“Kick some ass, boss,” Scott whispered, handing him the briefcase.
“Thanks Scott,” Siddoway answered in a soft tone, opening the briefcase and standing up.
Mueller and his team of goons watched him like a hawk.
“Sam, I’d like to show you what the authentic and genuine blueprint of the XD-Three Thousand looks like,” stated Siddoway, unfolding a large document. “The reason mine is genuine is for one reason and one alone. I designed it,” he added as the large blueprint unfurled and draped past his knees.
Wickenburg and the others on the board panel gave the blueprint a hard look. Siddoway continued on, oblivious to a horrible error on his blueprint, draping wide-open for all to see.
“Now, as I have mentioned before, I—”
“—What is that logo on the sides of your blueprint, Alex?” asked Wickenburg.
Siddoway paused and stared down at the schematics on the paper as he noticed the logos of the Mueller Weapons Incorporated on either side of the document. A numbing, speechless feeling of dread gripped him as he realized he was holding their blueprint and that he looked like a gigantic thieving jack-ass. He was busted and sold out.
“That’s my blueprint!” Mueller yelled, standing in disbelief.
Siddoway turned to Scott, staring at him pale-faced. His premonitions became darker by the second as he watched Scott look away from him like a coward. He was set-up, ambushed and slam dunked at the same time.
“Scott? What is this? I asked you to bring my original blueprints of the XD,” stated Siddoway, glaring. “Why the hell is this in my briefcase?”
“That’s all the plans I could find on the XD, boss,” said Scott in a quiet voice, staring at him through his spectacles.
Siddoway crumpled the blueprint, boiling with fury, staring at Scott like he was going to kill him.
“You treacherous, lying little piece of shit!” growled Siddoway, throwing the crumpled-up wad of blueprint at Scott. “They bought you out, didn’t they? You wiped out my files, didn’t you, you little bastard?”
Scott sat in his seat, scared that Siddoway was going to hit him.
“Wickenburg! Are you not going to say something?” yelled Mueller. “Siddoway had my blueprint in his briefcase! Is that not proof enough?”
“You freaking snake!” said Siddoway, grabbing Scott by his lab coat lapels. “I trusted you! I ought to knock your block off right now!”
“Alex, get a hold of yourself!” Wickenburg yelled, standing up along with the board members. “Get security!”
Mueller’s attorneys ran out the door for help.
“I will not, Sam!” Siddoway shouted, letting go of Scott. “These men broke into my house, stole my files, paid off my employee and the Library of Congress!”
“What? The Library of Congress ? Are you insane?” cried Mueller. “You stole from
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