The civilian looked up in terror at Dynamo, which quickly turned into hope at the sight of the H on his chest. "I thought I was done for." He said as he shakily crawled out of the rubble. "Thank Makuro you're here."
It took some time for Metaform to work his way through the ventilation system and into the grandiose chamber where Mr. Makuro stood. The ancient figure seemed to notice the alien-like creature's presence, and snapped his head towards him.
"Get out." He sternly said. "Now."
"Mm, no." Metaform mused, digging through his components. "Not until I deliver my message. Ah, here it is." He pulled a piece of metal out from his system and glanced over some writing on it. "There-is-no-chance-to- oh right, duh. There is no chance to escape Armageddon, Makuro." He grinned, clearly nervous but trying to appear imposing. "Open the factory up to public tours or face the storm head on."
"What?" Makuro stared furiously, as if Metaform was mad. "You have two seconds to leave."
"Fine, don't mind me." He began retracting himself through the vent. "Not like you'd want to avoid a virus."
Makuro glared angrily at him until he had departed. Musing over it for a few seconds, he pressed an alarm. "Secure the outer perimeter at once. We have an intruder."