Post by Lunapocalypse on Apr 14, 2010 23:36:08 GMT -5
Kait nodded in return, crossing his arms pleasantly, "Looks like I won't have to ask for volunteers on who's captaining the mission," he said with a smile, rather in solace that he wouldn't have to mess about with profiles for the right person, "Well Mr. Marlboro..." he started his next sentence while standing and tucking his papers together, "It seems everything is following through accordingly, so there's no point in wasting any more time on this topic. Five agents will be sent out within the hour as per Spencers requests and heading directly for Mexico. I'll send another two scouts to Russia ahead of time for when we aquire the intel," the General extended his arm and shook the Tricell representatives hand, "Now if you don't mind, this case isn't the only important subject that deems my attention, so I'll bid you a fair day and god speed," Kait turned on his heel and aimed for the exit.
A moment reserved, Pandora had looked up to Marlboro, observing the man. She was annoyed but she wasn't sure why, something about him struck a chord. Before getting the business mans attention in return Pan stacked her papers together much like the General had and placed them back on the silver platter. She closed down her holo-panel and shut off the LCD screen. Several of the other S.T.A.R.S. operators remained to chat and finish off the food which remained at the centre of the table, interestingly enough with the closure of the meeting everyone seemed to be getting a little more loud and rowdy; it had started to grind Pan. She pushed her way out into the airconditioned corridor breathing in the change of temperature to adapt.
Nauseating pulses permeated the left of her temple, Pan held the palm of her hand against where the pain resided. The next moment she opened her eyes a flood of blur hit her left field of view; she lowered her left arm and held it down to the floor palm open for balance, the urge to chunder becoming evident, she would just have to hold it in until she reached a reasonable location to do so and staggered off towards the infirmary.
)(Pandora has left the meeting room.)(
A moment reserved, Pandora had looked up to Marlboro, observing the man. She was annoyed but she wasn't sure why, something about him struck a chord. Before getting the business mans attention in return Pan stacked her papers together much like the General had and placed them back on the silver platter. She closed down her holo-panel and shut off the LCD screen. Several of the other S.T.A.R.S. operators remained to chat and finish off the food which remained at the centre of the table, interestingly enough with the closure of the meeting everyone seemed to be getting a little more loud and rowdy; it had started to grind Pan. She pushed her way out into the airconditioned corridor breathing in the change of temperature to adapt.
Nauseating pulses permeated the left of her temple, Pan held the palm of her hand against where the pain resided. The next moment she opened her eyes a flood of blur hit her left field of view; she lowered her left arm and held it down to the floor palm open for balance, the urge to chunder becoming evident, she would just have to hold it in until she reached a reasonable location to do so and staggered off towards the infirmary.
)(Pandora has left the meeting room.)(