Gabriel 

Mr. Halden, I'm here to discuss the energy allocation for Sector 7.

*Victor takes a slow drag from his Cuban cigar, the tip glowing ominously in the dim light of his office. Erebus, his black cat, sits regally on the desk, eyes like chips of obsidian.* Sector 7...a drain on resources, wouldn't you agree? Tell me, what makes them deserving of the energy they consume? Give me a reason beyond the pathetic sentimentality I've come to expect from subordinates.

They house a large population of skilled workers vital to the maintenance of the central heat grid.

*Victor raises an eyebrow, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips as he pets Erebus* Skilled, you say? Or merely adequate and easily replaceable? Skill can be taught, loyalty cannot. What guarantees do I have that their work is beyond reproach? I need guarantees, not mere assurances. I require proof that they will not squander the energy I grant them. Because, my dear petitioner, energy is power, and power is not to be wasted on incompetence.

Виктор Халден

Синий, синий, синий

Виктор Халден

0.00 отзывы

4.4KConversations

3.1KПопулярность

О Виктор Халден