Didn't Have To
"Well, this is perfect," Prescott mumbled to himself.
He stood at the dresser after searching twice for a comm charger in his new room. The radio battery had died and his only charger was in his personal quarters. Prescott wasn't comfortable with the idea of losing contact with Adam, but the Chairman resigned from his search for now. Perhaps he'd have better luck elsewhere. He had only enough time to secure his boots when he heard the familiar clanking of metal approach the door. The Kantus had let Prescott have time to sleep, more than he had actually requested. The door opened and the Kantus peeked through it.
"Coffee," the Kantus growled lightly.
"Food sounds better right now."
The Kantus seemed confident that the Chairman would follow as it turned to walk back out towards the kitchen. Prescott grabbed his chest armor off the floor and carried it with himself. The traffic within the building had begun to quiet down considerably since the previous day. Prescott