He rolled his eyes, tempo slowing as was his custom when forced into explaining the seemingly self-explanatory: "...Sean, a little detail about the wonders of the Nomad incumbus; it gains access to the entire neurological data of it's willing (or otherwise) host. Thus saying, If I merely handed the airlock codes out hither-thither to every disposable within the department, then what if they, personally, became infected, and took the liberty of using the exact same information against us? My friend, the prospect of gently floating through the ether, a noiseless scream lodged in my imploded trachea whilst my organs detonate into a bloody morass doesn't exactly sound thrilling..."
Achille grinned mirthlessly, coldly even, glowering at the bar."He has a point though, the security risk in here is practically ungodly. What with everyone perusing the dangerous sectors of human ingenuity, the potential for accidents is intolerable. Hell, what if the NOX tanks ruptured? Or the cryocoolant? Or the H-fuel? Or the chlorine? Or the..."Achille quickly crafted a mental memo to consult Le-Roux about the possiblity of installing an ejector capsule within the vicinity of his office. "...After all, we wouldn't want the particulars being injured in any way now, would we?"
His grin suddenly broke from solemnity back into mirth, a line of jest furrowing his jaw.
"Well Sean, as to the matter of some hypothetical saboteur discharging a weapon at my person - assuming they incapacitate Grengar at first of course, which is unlikely enough in itself - they'd have to... Ah, well, it's better to show you, oui?"
Achille, fluidly, kicked away the stool and opened his arms, staring at Sean with an air of the expectant.
"...Well go on then friend, hit me. I hear you've got the haymaker of a heavyweight."
THE SYNDIC LEAGUES
(A co-operative of Rheinland's outlawed trade unions, determined to take the underworld for themselves.)
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