[ WP ] You 're a Tinkerer , a person that can create highly advanced technology . Because of this , you 're wanted by a lot of people . What they do n't know however , is that you 're are n't like the others . You ca n't make cool guns or giant robots . Instead , you make kitchen appliances .

EXT. PENTAGON - ESTABLISHER - DAY 
 
 INT. BRIEFING ROOM - SAME 
 
 Th room is monotonous, unadorned, grey. The only practical feature of the room is a lengthy, oblong table at which a half of the dozen seats are filled by sober looking men in suits, all staring at SCOTT, 33, pale, freckly, wearing a chef's hat. 
 
 Scott glances around at them. He smiles. 
 
 STENSWORTH 
 My name is Stenworth. Do you know why 
 you're here Scott? 
 
 SCOTT 
 No! I thought -- they told me we were flying 
 to Trenton, New Jersey. 
 
 STENSWORTH 
 Of course they did. Security reasons. Precautionary. 
 
 Stensworth is the oldest of the bunch in suits, and seemingly the highest status. He leans comfortably in his chair while the other suits sit with perfect posture. 
 
 SCOTT 
 I was supposed to do a show. I was ready to unveil 
 my equipment. I was super excited. 
 
 STENSWORTH 
 Yes. You're equipment. We certainly do n't want that 
 unveiled on public television, if ever. 
 
 Stensworth pauses to light himself a cigarette. He extends the pack to Scott, who is at the opposite end of the table, far out of reach. 
 
 SCOTT 
 Oh no thank you. 
 
 STENSWORTH 
 They call you the Chef. 
 
 SCOTT 
 Well, Chef Scott. It has a nice ring I think. 
 
 STENSWORTH 
 Is that the reason for the hat? 
 
 Scott sets the hat down. 
 
 SCOTT 
 It's just a gimmick, I do n't know. 
 
 STENSWORTH 
 You're going to do your country a great service Scott. 
 We want you to work for us. We'd of course provide 
 housing, an assumed name and identification, protection 
 services... of course a highly qualified team at your 
 disposal. There's a war going on out there Scott. Before 
 you decide to stick with us or make your money on the 
 black market or whatever sort of scheme you've cooked 
 up, take a second to think about the thousands, tens of 
 thousands of troops that are relying on this country's top 
 scientific minds to save their lives. 
 
 He forcefully puffs out smoke, almost in emphasis of his point. 
 
 STENSWORTH 
 Relying on you, Scott. 
 
 SCOTT 
 To do what? 
 
 STENSWORTH 
 Let's see what's in the briefcase. 
 
 SCOTT 
 What do you want with it? It's just meant to expedite 
 the searing process. You ca n't use it in combat. 
 
 STENSWORTH 
 We'll be the judge of that, soldier. Show us the device. 
 
 SCOTT 
 I ca n't, i have a contract with the food network - 
 
 STENSWORTH 
 I'm not here to compromise soldier. When I said earlier 
 that you had options, i was lying god damn it. 
 
 SCOTT 
 I want out of here. I should be in Trenton right now. 
 This is unconstitutional! 
 
 STENSWORTH 
 No more games Chef! We know who you are, we've got 
 a whole dossier on you. You ca n't go around selling 
 advanced combat equipment without us knowing. There 
 is no underground, Chef. Now hand over the briefcase. 
 
 SCOTT 
 But -- seriously it's just meant for searing lobster and 
 stuff. 
 
 STENSWORTH 
 Boys. 
 
 The other suits get up and make for Scott. Scott, reacting on complete instinct, jumps out of his seat with a spatula in one hand and an electric egg beater in the other. 
 
 He slightly twists the spatula handle and the business end becomes visibly red with heat. He presses a button and the egg beater whizzes at a mind numbing speed. 
 
 SCOTT 
 ( sotto ) 
 How do you get yourself into this shit Scott? 
 

