Board Room 2-A

[Pyromaniac]

"Specific enough... yes I suppose so. Except I don't quite believe you." Vincent reached into his jacket and in a slow deliberate motion placed the silver pistol on the table in front of him.

"You see Mr. Sherman, I've seen the survey information from Planet Primus. It is not possible to grow plant life on the planet without specific genetic modifications prior to planting. Genetic modifications that have, to my knowledge, not yet been discovered." Vincent tapped one finger on the table as he pondered over his next words.

"So either you are lying to me Mr. Sherman, and I do not like being lied to, or you're implying that you and your... touched... have somehow managed to do the impossible and grow a forrest on a planet plagued by radiation. Now, if you were in my shoes Mr. Sherman, which of those two options would seem more likely to you?"

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