Project English Bulldog

[Michael Edridge]

Michael let out a sigh, scrolling through a datapad at his desk. He brings his hand up to his face, shaking his head."Product is still going missing on Detroit. Who in the world is managing it?" His gaze snaps up as a slight 'ding' is heard, and a button slowly lights up, and fades out again. He reaches out and presses it down. "Yes Susan, what is it?" There's silence for a few moments, before a womans voice comes through. "Mister Edridge, sir, DSE seems to have, well, denied us usage of their shipyard for our project." Michael lets out a low groan, shaking his head and muttering angrily to himself before speaking again."Thank you, Susan."

He releases the button, letting out a swear. Typical. He thinks to himself. "Just typical. If they can manage to squeeze out every credit possible, DSE has no issue servicing our ships." He stands from his chair, turning around and peering out of his office window, situated in Ageira's Headquarters on Planet Los Angeles. "Mention your own engineers once, and they won't have any of it." He crosses his arms over his chest, his head leaning slightly to the left as he ponders on what to do now.

"Engineering? Get our project to Detroit. We'll make do with what we have."