A Royal Summons

[Secret Intelligence Service]

The Director was not looking forward to this meeting. He knew that time was short, far too short, and although he had sent out numerous orders he still felt that a meeting was a waste of time, even though he knew damn well it wasn't. He'd never met Officer Hutchinson, although he knew of his reputation, likewise, Steiner had given Weber a brief rundown on what kind of man the Admiral was. If only he had the contacts to find out what kind of person the Prince was.

He wandered into the entry hall, various artworks and busts lining the walls, details of past glory now seemingly worthless. The most noticeable feature of the hall however, was a well built man in an admirals uniform, McIntire, who was pacing around like a headless chook.

''Admiral McIntire I assume, a pleasure.'' The Director said with a thick Gaelic accent, not unlike the one Gaian's had.

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