The Meeting

[Enkidu]

“…He’s not confiding in me appropriately, is he? Well then, curry him along, Achille, and keep his glass plied. Perhaps you can broker contact with those eyes of his…”


“….An intriguing profession, sir. A technical specialist ascending to fleet officer acumen? Well, indeed, that is quite the achievement to be lionised; bravo to you, Thedore, you have earned your lapels sterling fashion.” The Burgundian declaimed, consciously letting the butchered Anglicism slip by way of a reaction test. “…What are the tenuous loyalties of this man, this remarkable man, one of the rare none-fleet academy educated officers but rather one of the true labourers, who has slaved his way from the armoury to the bridge deck?” His mind scathed. That was the predicament with dedicated people – they had an uncanny tendency to be difficult to prise. None the less, a little liquid leverage here and there never ran amiss.

“…I am curious as to exactly why you may wish to share these details with one such as myself, monsieur. We have been present for quite the interval, and yet have not picked a topic for discourse other than your career affairs.”


“…Pray, is there a ulterior motive?”

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