OOC: I don't have problems with reports. :nerd: Before you ask, no Im not an actual nerd, Im on the soccer team too.
Oh yes, and Lake Federation taking over Rabithead? Stroke of genius. Not only does it involve our previous actions, and show the outcome, but from a military standpoint, it's a good place to set up a base for an attack on NM. Good one, Alex.
BIC:
Don Frank VercelottiFrank stood in his office, radio at his ear, listen to the response of the Director. "Things are going according to plan. The Federation is way too busy bombing the cities to realize Xeno Squad and your Elite Squad are setting charges and assassinating the General. Yes and your surprise? Very delightful."
"That's good to hear" he replied, taking a puff of his cigar, but then receiving another call from the building PA. "Good luck, Director" the Don said, before cutting the line.
He then turned his attention to the PA, it was one of his guards at the gate; "Sir, we have an Evander Jamison here downstairs. He wants to see you."
Frank's ears perked at the name.
It's that shopkeeper. he thought grimly.
"Oh and sir, he refuses to give up his weapons" the guard added.
Frank's bitter expression broke out into a chuckle. "Very well, let him up" he ordered, disconnecting.
He then took his jacket off, hung it around his chair, and took a shotgun out from the closet of the office. He placed it on the desk, before taking a seat, and telling the maid to bring a bottle of wine, with two glasses.
As he sat on the edge of his chair, shotgun by his side, his eyes remained focused on the elevator door on the far side of the room. He watched as the numbers increased on the dial above the door.
Come on Evander, what could you possibly want from me?