Leopold Fitz

Fitz was in the lab. It wasn't unusual for him to be found there and it was where he felt the most at home. The table was a bit of a mess as he worked with his papers and notes on one side and a bunch of various components on the other. Safety glasses down, he had his nose as deep in his work as could be without getting in his own way. Just then, a slight spark flew and Fitz cursed to himself. He gritted his teeth and surveyed what happened and then tossed the gadget he was working on to the side on the table.

He let his head fall down and the tiredness showed. He had been pulling an all nighter again but he was tenacious. He knew he had to get this done or all of the work he had done would be for naught. He reached for his coffee mug and brought it to his lips and found it empty. He groaned and just let his head fall.