Prologue
According to some people, such as teachers, politicians and other authorative members of socities around the world, the President of the United States is the most powerful man in the world. He controlled some of the most powerful organisations in the world. The CIA, NSA, DEA and some even say has manipulative control over the United Nations, which amazingly, has it's headquarters located in New York. But the President running the country today, didn't require any of these organisations to aid in his quest. No they were run by to many people at one time. No, he had to rely on the only one, sure thing that he could really trust to help accomplish his goals. The United States Military Jugernaught.
The United States had one of the only military's in the world that no-one wanted to mess with and had forces spread out over the entire planet. Although the Navy and Air-Force had some good points, it was through the Army that most of the real work was done. Work that was going to be required in the next couple of months, mabey even years, depending on how accurate their plans were pulled off.
This was the reason behind the meeting he had called this morning.
He might well be the most powerful man in the world but, he still had his little secrets and addictions. One of these addictions being Cigarettes. He didn't like to smoke after breakfast but, today was an exception. He was meeting with his partners today and was expecting a rather heated discussion at that. They were getting worried, again. He removed a smoke from his packet lying on the jet black table in front of him and placed it between his lips, lighting it with the zippo lighter he kept in his top breast pocket. Of course his partners were all ready in the room, just waiting for him to say something. They were all sitting the same way. It made them look rather comical to him. Each one was sitting up straighty against the backs of their black, high back chairs, surrounding the rounded table. Their was about eight others in total.
Finally one of them took the inititive and spoke out from the silence.
"We are concerned with the progress of this assignment you were given Solidus."
Solidus took a long draw on his smoke. Seemingly unaware that he had even been spoken to.
"Why are you concerned, my friend?" Little emotion showed in his voice as he exhaled smoke from his mouth and nose.
According to some people, such as teachers, politicians and other authorative members of socities around the world, the President of the United States is the most powerful man in the world. He controlled some of the most powerful organisations in the world. The CIA, NSA, DEA and some even say has manipulative control over the United Nations, which amazingly, has it's headquarters located in New York. But the President running the country today, didn't require any of these organisations to aid in his quest. No they were run by to many people at one time. No, he had to rely on the only one, sure thing that he could really trust to help accomplish his goals. The United States Military Jugernaught.
The United States had one of the only military's in the world that no-one wanted to mess with and had forces spread out over the entire planet. Although the Navy and Air-Force had some good points, it was through the Army that most of the real work was done. Work that was going to be required in the next couple of months, mabey even years, depending on how accurate their plans were pulled off.
This was the reason behind the meeting he had called this morning.
He might well be the most powerful man in the world but, he still had his little secrets and addictions. One of these addictions being Cigarettes. He didn't like to smoke after breakfast but, today was an exception. He was meeting with his partners today and was expecting a rather heated discussion at that. They were getting worried, again. He removed a smoke from his packet lying on the jet black table in front of him and placed it between his lips, lighting it with the zippo lighter he kept in his top breast pocket. Of course his partners were all ready in the room, just waiting for him to say something. They were all sitting the same way. It made them look rather comical to him. Each one was sitting up straighty against the backs of their black, high back chairs, surrounding the rounded table. Their was about eight others in total.
Finally one of them took the inititive and spoke out from the silence.
"We are concerned with the progress of this assignment you were given Solidus."
Solidus took a long draw on his smoke. Seemingly unaware that he had even been spoken to.
"Why are you concerned, my friend?" Little emotion showed in his voice as he exhaled smoke from his mouth and nose.
