09-13-2016, 11:03 PM
On the heels of yet another barely successful meeting with members of Congress, Nicholas keyed open his Wallet. It's past time I brought him in on this,
Nicholas thought. Jon Little Bird was a friend, and Nicholas would certainly value his company no matter what. But Jon's work with the Council of Native Americans was nothing short of genius. Locking the US Government out of their medical affairs so they could isolate every one of them that could channel - that school he was starting would be the epicenter of some great advances.
Those advances would be even greater with government backing, of course. Nicholas just needed to figure out how they could both get what they wanted. That could come later, he supposed. Getting him in the door was the first step.
The message finished, Nicholas sent it off. A thousand miles away in South Dakota, Jon's wallet flashed with the message received. It read:
"Jon, it's been a while. I've seen the news on what you're up to. You've probably seen what I've been working on, too. Why don't you come down to Washington? I got your present, and I figure drinking with a friend is better than drinking alone. We have a lot to talk about. The Custody is probably beating us into the ground on magical research right now; I know neither one of us wants that to stay the case."
Nicholas thought. Jon Little Bird was a friend, and Nicholas would certainly value his company no matter what. But Jon's work with the Council of Native Americans was nothing short of genius. Locking the US Government out of their medical affairs so they could isolate every one of them that could channel - that school he was starting would be the epicenter of some great advances.
Those advances would be even greater with government backing, of course. Nicholas just needed to figure out how they could both get what they wanted. That could come later, he supposed. Getting him in the door was the first step.
The message finished, Nicholas sent it off. A thousand miles away in South Dakota, Jon's wallet flashed with the message received. It read:
"Jon, it's been a while. I've seen the news on what you're up to. You've probably seen what I've been working on, too. Why don't you come down to Washington? I got your present, and I figure drinking with a friend is better than drinking alone. We have a lot to talk about. The Custody is probably beating us into the ground on magical research right now; I know neither one of us wants that to stay the case."