"You sent 4 million dollars worth of assets after him without the board's authorization?"
The black silhouette on the ipad screen glared angrily at nothing for a few moments before continuing.
"You are fired, clean out your desk."
Brent Keene watched as the Ipad was lowered by a black-armored Weyland Soldier.
2 more soldiers marched into the room and pointed their weapons at him.
"Clean out your desk sir."
It wasn't a suggestion, Brent grabbed a garbage bin and started shoving things inside.
"4 of them should have torn that camp to shreds."
He complained aloud as a rifle butt smacked into his shoulder.
"That's enough, get out."
A rough hand seized his tie and hauled him from the office.
"You'll be hearing from our Lawyer's mister Keene."