03-24-2015, 11:50 AM
Armande Nicodemus felt pride as he listened. The men before him, men like him, were the reason the Atharim had existed for millenia. Centuries of operating in secret, safeguarding mankind. They were men of strength and determination. But it was much more than that. Their age and wisdom was what made the difference. They were not young hot heads like some hunters were, driven by emotion or vanity. The faces of Punit and of Marx flashed through his mind. No, they were deliberate and far thinking. He could trust them. Armande was not foolish enough to believe that he could know everything or everyone in his organization. He didn't need to. He was the head of this body. The mind did not have to consciously control each muscle or organ or regulate each system to survive. As long as the autonomic nervous system functioned, the mind was freed to dwell on more important matters. As he was.
"Continue to work with them, Theis. Carefully. We do not want to lose assets." His icy gaze shifted to Borovsky. "Informants are well and good. But their loyalty is always suspect. A full Atharim in Domovoi is the best long term solution. As long as they are dependable."
There was so much to do. The end of all things galloped toward them, inexorably. To Theis, "In the meantime, begin procuring our material assets." His eye flicked to Barovsky. "The 1st Order is nearly chosen. Training will begin as quickly as possible."
The Regus' eyes became glacial and his voice heated as he leaned forward hands clasped, the black sleeves of his cassock splayed on the table between them. "We must destroy them now, while they are weak." The weeds among the wheat. It was harvest time. And the furnaces blazed.
"Continue to work with them, Theis. Carefully. We do not want to lose assets." His icy gaze shifted to Borovsky. "Informants are well and good. But their loyalty is always suspect. A full Atharim in Domovoi is the best long term solution. As long as they are dependable."
There was so much to do. The end of all things galloped toward them, inexorably. To Theis, "In the meantime, begin procuring our material assets." His eye flicked to Barovsky. "The 1st Order is nearly chosen. Training will begin as quickly as possible."
The Regus' eyes became glacial and his voice heated as he leaned forward hands clasped, the black sleeves of his cassock splayed on the table between them. "We must destroy them now, while they are weak." The weeds among the wheat. It was harvest time. And the furnaces blazed.