Jean Fontaine looked outside of his office in Avignon as he contemplated recent events. He was almost startled as two uniformed R-COMPPS Law Enforcement Officers walked in, each wearing the stern, unemotional look of coldhearted government mooks, firmly differing from his own demeanor as an impassioned rogue bureaucrat. "You failed, and now the director has decided that your little project has had its time.|
"I just need another chance, once I run damage control and get the paramils running it'll be just like -"
"no. No Paramilitaries, no damage control, no second chances, the Director's pulling you from the project."
"He can't - if he does I'll let everyone know just exactly what's going on under his orders - I'll go straight to the crown!"
"That's exactly what he expected you to say."
One of the agents would pull out a suppressed P220 chambered in .45ACP, firing several rounds into the well-dressed executive. They would bag him up before calling their boss, the R-COMPPS Director.
"It's done, we are go for activation of STAG."
They would fill the body bag with several heavy blocks before driving it to Toulon and tossing it into the harbor of the naval base.
"I just need another chance, once I run damage control and get the paramils running it'll be just like -"
"no. No Paramilitaries, no damage control, no second chances, the Director's pulling you from the project."
"He can't - if he does I'll let everyone know just exactly what's going on under his orders - I'll go straight to the crown!"
"That's exactly what he expected you to say."
One of the agents would pull out a suppressed P220 chambered in .45ACP, firing several rounds into the well-dressed executive. They would bag him up before calling their boss, the R-COMPPS Director.
"It's done, we are go for activation of STAG."
They would fill the body bag with several heavy blocks before driving it to Toulon and tossing it into the harbor of the naval base.