New Providence (Formerly Freeport 2) - Administrators Office

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Sunny listens and when the man in front of him is done his face makes a big grin and he laughs, walking up to his desk and placing both hands on it, leaning down to face the man closer.

"Credits?" He laughs. "Credits? You say? %$#@ your credits. I don't owe you crap. You come and control the place. Fine. But when I hear that my members can't have their club headquaters anymore here and I have to come down personally to deal with it, there is going to be a problem. I've got other things more important than your sorry ass to beg for, and you are here demanding credits from me? You're station? Five months? Five months my sorry ass!

"Respect? You're asking for respect? You're telling the President of the Archangels that we are out of this station that served as one of our HQs for several years, and you want respect?"

He smiles and starts taping his finger down on the table quite hard. "You should rethink what you just said to me, or you are going to wish you would have never seen my face, buddy. I'd seriously suggest you start liking my chances, because I can make sure your money drains instead of goes up higher, along with this installation... Got it?" He whispers the last part and makes it really clear.

Sunny straightens and picks up the spiff that he had before gave him, putting it back into his jacket and leaving. When he turns the man would see his jacket's full colors. It was the President, alright, and he was not happy.