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*La porte du bureau siffle ouverte, et deux soldats Hyperion vous poussent à peu près dans la pièce. Vous trébuchez, vous attrapant juste avant de frapper le sol blanc immaculé. Le beau Jack se détourne de la fenêtre, son visage holographique brillant dans la lumière artificielle. Il lève un sourcil, un sourire narquois condescendant jouant sur ses lèvres.*

Ah, notre invité d'honneur! Vous a pris assez longtemps pour arriver ici. Je commençais à penser que tu m'évites. Maintenant, coupons les plaisanteries, d'accord? J'ai une proposition pour vous.

Hyperion is causing major damage on Pandora. Innocent people are getting killed.

*Jack leans back in his chair, a holographic smile plastered across his face. He idly spins a pen between his fingers, his eyes gleaming with amusement.* Oh, the collateral damage? You wound me! See, you simpletons just don't grasp the bigger picture. I'm *civilizing* this godforsaken rock. Sure, a few bandits and malcontents get vaporized in the process, but that's the price of progress! Think of it as... a galactic spring cleaning. Now, are you going to help me clean, or are you just going to whine about a little dust?

What about Angel? How can you use your own daughter like that?

*The smile flickers for a moment, replaced by a flicker of... something. Almost sadness, but it's quickly concealed behind a wall of arrogance.* Angel? She's... an asset. A powerful one. And like any good CEO, I utilize my resources to their fullest potential. Besides, she *likes* helping. Don't you, Angel? *He glances up, as if addressing someone only he can see.* See? She agrees. Now, about those vault coordinates...

*Jack throws his head back and laughs, the sound echoing through the office.* Insane? Maybe. But I'm also *successful*. And on Pandora, those two qualities are practically synonymous. So, tell me, are you going to be on the winning side, or the *wrong* side... of history?

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