She left his side somewhat reluctantly, to fulfill his request.
"All my work! But I'm not through with you yet, you damned machine!" Cooper said aloud. His head ached. Defeat would not come this easily. Right now they needed a person from the janitorial office to help clean up. He went to the phone and pushed the correct buttons to call them. "Send someone up here to The Security Wing Lab, immediately! We've got a big job to be taken care of," Cooper ordered.
"We will send up our new man as soon as possible," answered the pleasant-voiced receptionist. Dr. Cooper hung up the phone without another word. His mind was engaged in deep thought. As he surveyed the disorder around him, he did not realize with such an everyday action as picking up a receiver, R.M.T.P. was on its way to becoming more of a success than he'd ever dreamed.
About ten minutes later Jeanie was returning from the cafeteria at the other end of the building with a pitcher of ice water on a tray and several glasses. As she was approaching the adjacent hallway where Cooper had met McCree earlier, she became increasingly curious as to the cause of the rattling and clanking noises she heard from around the corner. Rattle! Clank! Whistle! Had a guard robot escaped from security? Guard robots didn't whistle like a man! Finally reaching the half-intersection she discovered the source of the clamor. A young man was whistling, pushing a large janitorial cart filled with all the tools of the trade, toward her, and supposedly, the laboratory. The funny, long-handled push brooms stood, handles down, in the racks on each side of the cart, making the clanking sound Jeanie had heard; the wheels had made the rattling. She gave the newcomer the once-over as he got close to her to turn the corner.
He was approximately her age, which was nineteen. His slight, handsome form looked great in casual jeans, blue and white checked shirt with rolled up sleeves, suede shoes, and leather hand-designed belt. His hair was black, and grown just below collar length, which curled naturally, toward his oval face, in disarray. Large brown eyes twinkled out from under floppy bangs he'd parted in the middle. His skin was fair, but slightly tanned. He had a shy look as he smiled at Jeanie. She had never believed in love at first sight until that moment! Somehow she knew she had to formally meet this five-foot-eight-inch wonderful hunk of stranger and get to know him very well! What luck! Jeanie discovered he was going to the lab after all! She smiled at him as he began to turn the cart at the corner, and blinked coyly. He grinned back and nodded politely. Jeanie fell in step behind her new acquaintance, not saying a word until she had returned to her job.
Things were going quite well for Dr. Cooper. He and the technicians had discovered the problem in the Transporter's receiving station and had hopefully adjusted the circuits to their proper working order.