Perrot watched as Gerald sat down, near Lefevre. He sipped on his coffee.
He slipped out a small metal square, with a glass top, from his pocket, and set it on the table.
"Now, monsieurs, I believe we all know why we're here..." He paused, looking Lefevre in the eye, and then gerald.
"Before we begin, I'd like to assure you of something...there is no blame on you. What happened today was terrible, but it happened under my watch. You both served above and beyond your orders, and you shall not be punished for it. All blame...is on me..."
He sipped his coffee again.
"With that said - it was still a failure. We still let two hostile ships infiltrate deep into our territory, under our watch, and we didn't manage to stop them." He looked at the coffee in his cup, clenching his jaw.
"As you both know, I DON'T like failure. It makes me mad. It...frustrates me, ms amis."
Perrot tapped the square, bringing forth a holographic projection, suspended in the center of the table. In the projection, there were various profiles, showing Police and Naval officers.
"Earlier today, there was a report of two vessels - a Council vessel, and one of unknown origin - attacking and destroying Royalist ships. Some were recovered alive, others dead...and then these men..." He gestured towards the projection.
"They...are believed to have been captured by the enemy ships..."
He clenched his jaw once more, and then took a good-sized gulp of the coffee.