A Project X employee burst in through the door into the dark room, seeing the Creator surrounded by paper on the floor and frantically scribbling down a blueprint. The man seemed hurried. "Get out, I'm busy." The Creator didn't even look up from his work. "Sir, this is about the list. You told us to up surveillance on them. The Water Warrior sir, real name Steven Lee. Didn't seem to interested in using his powers." The Creator kept drawing at the same pace, giving no attention. "What about him?" "He's dead sir." "What, so he just died? Just... Poof?" The man held up a tablet, with a camera image on it. "Shot dead, in his home. Camera didn't capture who did it." The Creator still seems unfazed. "Home Invasion or Robbery, happens all the time. Who cares if we have to cross him off the list, he's the least likely to help at all." The man seemed disturbed still, obviously in a hurry. "No, sir, he knew the camera was there. No way he could have coincidentally avoided it. That's supposed to be invisible. Plus, he just got in and got out. Way too suspicious. We're looking at somebody important here." The Creator finally finished his drawing, grabbing the schematics and walking over to the man at the door. "Take this over for construction. I've got the numbers of material we'll need." He snatched the tablet off the man. "I'll take this one myself." As he started to walk away towards an elevator where he could leave Project X, the man shouted down the hallway to him. "But, we don't have anywhere near enough Mithrilium to ever make this!" The Creator turned around and looked down the hallway at him. "We will. By the time I'm back I want all the Mithrilium we have gathered, building and planning started on the Cannon, 1 healer superhuman and the locations of the superhumans at the bank robbery yesterday." The man seemed stressed by the even larger workload he had been handed. "Hey, don't worry about it. maybe you'll get a promotion." He hopped in the elevator, and just as the doors were about to close, he shouted a few last words down the corridor. "Joking, I don't do those."