Easy Victory?

[Aazalot]

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Letting out a deep breath into the fresh air of the Canaria Climate, Voncloud stood on the balcony adjoining the conference room that had been designated for the meeting wearing his usual mercenary attire, combat trousers sturdy boots a uniform shirt tactical bandoleer gloves and most importantly his aviator goggles. The tinting of the lens masked his eyes completely and partially covered the Scar on the right side.
He was here to represent the Omicron Supply Industries, the defaqto stewards of Gran Canaria. Over the years he had taken the protection of the planet personally diverting alot of OSI's security assets towards it rather then to the company.

As he took another deep breath, one of the attendants slide the glass door to one side, stepping out holding a data pad. Peering over to Voncloud who remained gazing outwards with his back to her.

"Mr Voncloud. Sir the other attendees have begun to arrive"

Von gives a solemn nod "Very good. Are the refreshments organised?"

The attendent peers down at her pad "yes of course, we have water, still and sparkling, home grown Canarian Tea and Coffee along with an assortment of finger foods"

"And what of my men?"

This question seemed to unsettle the Attendant forcing her to clear her throat "Yes...they have arrived, they are waiting just outside the conference doors for you.."

Voncloud lets out a longer sigh "Excellent ill be through in a moment" As the attendent leaves he runs his hand over the top of his mostly shaved head though stops as he notices his Mandalorian mark on his wrist, gazing on it for the moment, reminding him of a simpler time.

One the outside of the Conference doors stand 4 well armoured and armed private security enforcers waiting for Voncloud as he wonders out addressing them.
"Alright you know the drill, no-one enters with a weapon, no body guards no drinks or food to be brought in from outside this room." One of the Enforcers mic clicks on "Understood Sir"

Happy they were briefed and ready the Director turns to enter before feeling the heavy thumb of a gauntlet-ed hand grab his shoulder. he turns looking at him noticing the other hand was pointing to his thigh. "Sorry Sir..no weapons you said" With An audible grumble Von looks to his leg. Holstered firmly was his revolver, an old fashioned cosmetic design with modern tech.
Removing the holster from its spot and handing it to the enforcer he nods "Good job.." before walking back in to await the rest

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