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Despite the prototype suit he was wearing, Tony Stark's face was turning red. He made an ugly grunt of effort.
The rubberized soles of the suit's feet gripped the roof of the three story building desperately as he leaned back on the two chains that held, suspended and even, an illuminated sign. It was a large sign, and heavy. In lowercase Roboto font, it pronounced:
In all white, and pale blue. In the central 'O' swam a logo of two goldfish, each moving in a different direction in the circle.
"Did you get it bolted in place yet?" Tony asked, a little strangled. He hazarded a look over the edge of the roof, to where Henry Cheng stood on a stable ladder with a power drill, putting the sign into place.
"I'm getting the hiccups."
The rubberized soles of the suit's feet gripped the roof of the three story building desperately as he leaned back on the two chains that held, suspended and even, an illuminated sign. It was a large sign, and heavy. In lowercase Roboto font, it pronounced:
panOptes
solutions
solutions
In all white, and pale blue. In the central 'O' swam a logo of two goldfish, each moving in a different direction in the circle.
"Did you get it bolted in place yet?" Tony asked, a little strangled. He hazarded a look over the edge of the roof, to where Henry Cheng stood on a stable ladder with a power drill, putting the sign into place.
"I'm getting the hiccups."
