01-24-2014, 01:52 AM
Shakir's assessment of al-Hasan was...enlightening. Michael had no doubt that the man's immense hatred clouded his judgement, but it was a start.
He sat alone in silent contemplation, absently watching the reports flicker across the various pop-up screens in front of him. All passed by, stored in his data-bank to read over later. He had customized the computer to sort and colour code each report by importance or anomaly so he was not missing anything urgent.
All was calm. At least, as calm as a coiled viper ready to strike could get. For the moment at least, the gathering storm was held at bay. However, he was increasingly sure that the presence of the Ascendancy would only lead to war. These fanatics would accept nothing less than blood, and he doubted even Ascendancy's powers of reason could sate their thirst. Mecca was a city - hell, the entire Middle East itself! - merely waited for the order to march.
No, there was no peace to be had here.
Michael was relieved of the dark thoughts as he heard the commotion that was 'necessary protocol' outside of his office. Thus, he was not surprised when the man popped his head in and entered.
"Jacques Danjou, CEO of Légion Première. You rang?"
"Jacques Danjou,"
he repeated, rolling the name off his tongue while he surveyed it's owner. The lanky man with his almost comic expression and tone could be said to be an oddity, but Michael was not deceived. The Légion Première were no fools, and neither was this man. "La Légion meurt, il ne renonce pas."
He waited a moment for the man's reaction before proceeding. "It is my responsibility to ensure the safety of this centre. Tell me, Mr. Danjou, why has the Légion come to Mecca, and at such a crucial time?"
He sat alone in silent contemplation, absently watching the reports flicker across the various pop-up screens in front of him. All passed by, stored in his data-bank to read over later. He had customized the computer to sort and colour code each report by importance or anomaly so he was not missing anything urgent.
All was calm. At least, as calm as a coiled viper ready to strike could get. For the moment at least, the gathering storm was held at bay. However, he was increasingly sure that the presence of the Ascendancy would only lead to war. These fanatics would accept nothing less than blood, and he doubted even Ascendancy's powers of reason could sate their thirst. Mecca was a city - hell, the entire Middle East itself! - merely waited for the order to march.
No, there was no peace to be had here.
Michael was relieved of the dark thoughts as he heard the commotion that was 'necessary protocol' outside of his office. Thus, he was not surprised when the man popped his head in and entered.
"Jacques Danjou, CEO of Légion Première. You rang?"
"Jacques Danjou,"
he repeated, rolling the name off his tongue while he surveyed it's owner. The lanky man with his almost comic expression and tone could be said to be an oddity, but Michael was not deceived. The Légion Première were no fools, and neither was this man. "La Légion meurt, il ne renonce pas."
He waited a moment for the man's reaction before proceeding. "It is my responsibility to ensure the safety of this centre. Tell me, Mr. Danjou, why has the Légion come to Mecca, and at such a crucial time?"
"She saw a flaring halo around his head, radiant in gold and blue. It shouted of glory and power to come"
"No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it."