"Alexander you've crossed a line here you can't just cancel things as you see fit."
Two man stand on the observation deck of a shuttle heading towards Manhattan. "And what are you going to do about it my "Old" friend." Brown smirks as he lights a cigar.
"You know those things are horrible for your health."
"I believe you've been smoking for years." He takes a long puff of the Cigar before exhaling it.
"Yes but there is a difference, when one has come face to face with his own death and survived he realizes things. You on the other hand have not faced death and it can come at anytime, or anywhere."
"Why Thomas that sounds vaguely like a threat."
"No threat intended, I am simply stating facts that you Mr. President should be aware of. I am still your adviser am I not?"
"That you are, Thomas." He walks to the window and looks out as they approach Manhattan.
"There is a message the Executives and I would like to make clear to you though."
"Let me guess, Salary inc- *Cough*"
"I'm afraid all that smoking you have done has damaged your health, I'm afraid your unable to continue as President of the Company."
Brown falls to his knees as he grabs his chest gasping for air. "Wh- *Coughs*
"I may be out of time Alexander but I still got it." He smirks as he grabs the Cigar putting it out and placing it in a bag. He bends down to Alexander patting his back. "Don't worry my "Young" friend you'll live through this but your days as President are over." He takes a small stimpack and jabs it into his back, he smiles as Alexander falls to the ground and passes out. Thomas walks over to the communication panel, "Pilot, Mr. Brown is in need of Medical assistance please take us to the nearest hospital."
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