For the Humanity and Profits

[Pavel]

Von-Geld sat in the metal cockpit-like chair on the other side of a table, in front of Admiral and his bodyguards. Wide window made from triple shielded synthetic bulleproof glass gave good sight on small battlegroup accompanying Osiris. Except snubs, few gunboats were present alongside several freighters with supplies and repair ship.


Rheinlander looked at Admiral's face. It was like made from stone, not showing any kind of emotion. Only little inner fire in the eyes was a sign Order's leader is curious what unexpected guest may have to say.


The guest nodded as a greeting. First he wanted to shake Golański's hand, but neither Order's leader stood up with intent of doing that same, nor it was possible to shake the hands over the table, around one and half meters too long for that.

If someone with dagger sneaked in here, he wouldn't reach him because of that table. Well thought out. - Von-Geld thought.


" - The name's Von-Geld. Edward Von-Geld. I heard about you, Admiral. I see security measures are very high, Admiral. It isn't surprising given what you and your organisation are responsible for, and as someone responsible for security too I must commend Order's safety levels."