"Sir." Leo said walking into the office staring at a pad. "I have some qualms about this errant venture into the depths of hell."
He takes a seat in front of the Directors desk, tosses the pad onto it, leans forward and stares him in the eyes. "The Dreamscape is as close as a wet dream as I can get. Getting that ships technology back into our hands is something that I've hoped would eventually occur within my lifetime...but Earhart?" He leans back in the chair. "We're pushing our luck there more than we did in Alberta...and back then we had the help of the Technocracy.
"My team and I can prepare the Gryphon and any other ship you want to send into that hell...but with the weapons platforms in there eviscerating anything that gets close, I doubt even my technical expertise will be enough to prevent deaths."
Leo magics a flask out of his jacket pocket and takes a swig. Before screwing the top back on, he offers it to Brad.
