» Fri May 13, 2011 9:23 am Adams mumbled to himself as he made his way back to the Executive Longue – the frustration clearly evident on his flushed face. He approached Major Kong, who stood up to attention.
“At ease, Major,” said Adams, who gestured for Kong to take a seat. “Well, after Mieux’s sudden outburst of schizophrenic rage, I don’t think we’ll be dealing with him for a while. Fool, he has the gall to call us from our home, only to scream and shout when confronted with a contrasting opinion. Sad, really; he used to come across as so smooth, so composed. I think the pressure’s getting to him, Major – digging into him, little by little, until he cracks. The President’s right, I’ll be honest; Justin Mieux is indeed on his last legs, gasping for breath. I’d even be so bold as to say he’s of significantly less value to us. He’s definitely unstable if nothing else. Still, I suggest we say; he didn’t explicitly tell us to leave the premises.”
Adams paused and looked up at the time on the dusty clock. “All right, as you’re effectively running this operation and you have direct contact to the President, I suggest you update him on what I’ve just reported. Now, that is. Perhaps later, when Mieux’s calmed down, I’ll consider resuming talks. Until then, I need to relax.”
Exhaling, Adams leaned back on his chair, and began idly chatting to Haywood, who had recently been relieved of his duty.
OOC: Not sure about how you feel about me controlling Kong, Adam, but you seem busy enough with Sutler and IRL matters, so I’d thought slight CC could lighten your load.
