In the upper area of the Mass Fusion executive suite, on a table next to the executive research lab terminal.
Karl Oslow: Calm down, Noel. You knew that this was coming. I don't understand why you're acting this way.
Doctor Chandrich: Don't tell me to "calm down", Karl! When we started designing the Beryllium Agitator, you said it would be for the benefit of mankind. Instead, I find out that you've been planning on turning it over to the military all along. You lied to me!
Karl Oslow: Don't give me that high-and-mighty attitude. Have you picked up a newspaper lately? There's a war going on out there, Doctor... and if our side's going to win, it needs all the help it can get.
Doctor Chandrich: I can't believe what I'm hearing. Since when did science start taking sides? What did they promise you, Karl? Money? Political favors? A goddamned medal?
Karl Oslow: That's enough! Like it or not, when the testing cycle is completed, I'm crating up the Agitator and sending it off to Washington. Now, you have two choices. Either you can get back to work or you can get the hell out of my building.