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“Ah you must be Mr. Samson.”
Brock was an intimidating looking man himself but there was something about Jonas Venture that made him feel small. He had a larger then life aura about him that made him tower above everyone, something about the way that he spoke, no matter how friendly he was being, that threatened he would cut you down and destroy you if you crossed him.
“I hope you found the compound easily,” Venture offered his hand and Brock just glared towards it a moment, before taking it and griping his new employer’s hand tight making the man chuckle at his show of masculinity.
“Everyone knows where the Venture Compound is,” was all Brock said keeping his face neutral, not letting any emotion slip making Venture’s smile widen.
“Of course,” Venture said with a chuckle tilting his head towards the massive structure behind him and having Brock follow.
The sliding glass doors slid open for them and a secretary young enough to be Jonas’s child perked up and gave him a seductive smile as she greeted them, eyes not even bothering to trail Brock’s way, she only saw Jonas. Brock let a little emotion slip as he rolled his eyes, of course Jonas Venture was fucking his secretary.
Brock turned away from the display as she leaned over the large desk and began filling her boss in on everything that had been going on in the compound since he had been away. It sounded like he had just arrived back not long before Brock had arrived, Brock decided to have a look around the facility as he noticed the young woman’s hand resting on top of Jonas’s.
He wandered down the hall way and heard someone laughing.
“Come on Rust, stop teasing Billy, he’s a big fan of yours, ya know,” he knew that voice, it had been a long time since he heard it but that was Rusty Venture’s idiot albino friend. He smirked, nerds stuck together he supposed.
“I’m sorry but you really think the dinosaur thing happened? Come on, come on, that was Brisby and my dad’s idea to get better ratings. We never went to freaking Jurassic Park!”
The hall was lined with what looked like conference rooms, giant windows giving a clear view into each one. He glanced in one finding Jonas’s baby boy himself.
It seemed Rusty’s acne had finally cleared up and it looked like Daddy had finally made him get that haircut. Instead of long, knotted red locks it was just a large fluff of red bouncing with each laugh, it suited him better Brock thought leaning against the wall waiting for his father to catch up to him just watching his former room mate mess around with his friends.
Rusty was sitting on top of the high presentation podium, the prince he was in this compound, lanky legs straddling the sides and childishly flicking rudder bands at the child? Man? weirdo in any case with the giant head Brock didn’t know, his partner in crime leaning against the podium and holding out a rubber band ball for Rusty to peel from and flick at the poor underling before them.
“Cut it out, dick,” he growled out swatting his hand and ducking under a desk, narrowly avoiding a rubber band, “When the hell is your dad going to get here anyway?”
The mention of his father was enough to wipe the large grin off his face and sighed, shrugging his shoulders.
“He was going to be back this morning, but hey, whatever, even if he’s not here, it doesn’t mean we can’t see the big project on schedule. I can—”
“You weren’t planning on showing our guests our big project without me, were you Rust?”
Rusty instantly jumped off the podium and tensed himself upright at the voice of his father echoing from the loud speaker that made even Brock flinch.
“Please bring our guests to the lobby and we shall begin our tour of the compound, I know they have all been dying to see it.”
With that, the speaker cut out and Rusty’s carefree smile seemed to be gone leaving a forced one its wake as he shrugged to his friends, taking the rubber band ball from the albino and picking up the mess he made, almost as if to stall for time.
The smaller man almost impatiently began grabbed the rubber bands Rusty was putting back on the ball and slammed them on the table, excitedly grabbing onto Rusty’s hand and dragging him from the room. The albino paused a moment longer in the room, face crest fallen as his friend’s taking an extra moment to drop a few extra balls onto the table before leaving.
None seemed to notice Brock in their hurry to get to Jonas.
The albino grabbed onto Rusty’s hand and like a line of kindergarteners late for their first day of class, half jogged the short way to the lobby. Brock stayed behind them, so this is why Jonas wanted OSI assistance, it didn’t seem for him but for his son and the personal assistants his son had chosen for whatever big project they were working on.
Jonas’s smile was more casual as the nerds filled around him, less of a threat behind it but Brock didn’t miss the way his own son still deflated under it.
“I am truly sorry I couldn’t be here when you arrived last night, but I have heard many great things about you two from my son and you are just the perfect people to assist us in our project!” Jonas clapped his hands together, Brock knew the men before him were young but they weren’t actual children so he didn’t know why he was treating them like they were. His son and the Albino were two years older then Brock, but hell maybe the big headed one was a child genius or something and this was more for show for him.
“Oh my god! You are Jonas Venture!” the big headed (man? boy?) proclaimed yanking hard at Jonas’s hand making him chuckle, “I am a huge fan of yours! Billy Whalen! It’s an honor to finally meet you and your son!”
The poor bastard was just rambling now, the albino and Rusty just glanced towards each other silently debating if they should save him before he drowned in his own spit he was splashing out as he stuttered along singing Jonas’s praises. Jonas though, didn’t seem to mind, just drinking in the praise, face glowing at someone tripping over themselves to embarrass themselves for him.
Rusty finally stepped forward putting a stop to it putting a hand on Billy’s shoulder and loudly announcing he needed to let Pete introduce himself, not so gently shoving the small man child away from his father.
“I would never forget my son’s best friend,” Jonas said with a chuckle taking Pete’s hand and giving a firm shake that nearly made the albino’s eyes pop out at the pressure, “You haven’t changed a bit since my son brought you home from college! How have you been, Petey?”
“Eh ya know, its been fine since the network cancelled me and Billy’s show but it’s a huge help to us that you let us in on this project, we really needed it.”
That’s where Brock had seen the big headed child from, he was Quiz Boy. Well not really a boy, more like a man child. It all made sense why Rusty was friends with them now. One TV icon looking out for another.
“Of course! When Rusty told me you were a computer expert, it seemed like a no brainer! And your friend is a neuro doctor?”
“Well not formally,” Billy said scratching the back of his head, “I never got my degree—”
“Well from the test results you sent back, you are very qualified without one,” Jonas said affectionally grabbing onto Billy’s shoulder making him glow with the praise.
“I only hire the best gentleman and after thoroughly going through your files, I knew you were the best and its best for Rusty’s first project be with people he can trust, especially in this trying time.”
Jonas dropped the chipper act and turned somber at that clearing his throat and motioning his head for Brock to come forward, Rusty watched him with a frown, making it clear he didn’t think his presence was necessary.
“The Guild I can handle but Spinx has become more deranged after their unsuccessful attempt on my life a few years back. I had to reach out to the OSI for assistance after the numerous threats I shall not tolerate they have been leaving my son, Rusty.”
“What um…kind of threats?” Billy asked quietly glancing at Jonas.
“Those are classified,” Brock cut in silencing anymore questions, “All you need to know is I’m here to help keep your little science project going without any of you being harmed.”
Rusty snorted at that, “They all say that.”
“Rusty,” his father hissed at him giving him a warning look.
Rusty shut up at that hiss making Brock frown, he had seen in the paper work that Jonas had a few body guards here before him, but it was classified what had happened to them.
“Let’s just get on with the tour,” Rusty half begged and his father slipped back on his grin leading them all out the door to show off his compound.