The United Nations
Moscow, Russia
December 12th
1:18 PM
"...and as such, it is my sincere belief that Orphan is not harming Earth's environment. Any claiming as such is nothing but wild speculation, the work of a handful of conspiracy theorists that seek to discredit the Reclaimers' noble efforts."
Dr. Gustav Clint flicked to the last slide of his presentation, which had been going for the better part of the past hour, dabbing a bead of sweat from his brow. Here, he thought, he was in his element - not being subject to catcalls or jeers from those that dared call himself his peers. No, today he was proving his research was more than the delusional ramblings of an older man - he'd even dyed his hair back to look the part!
"On the contrary, as is evident from the soil samples collected, Orphan is promoting the growth of vegetation across the planet. We expect the seismic activity will reside when Orphan has collected sufficient Plates to allow it to escape Earth's velocity..."
Meanwhile...
In a darkened side room, Rowena Koenig opened her eyes. The reassuring weight of her pistol was light against her chest, concealed in its holster. The League's agents were posted outside, making sure nobody got close to her, or her guest for that matter. Akira was undergoing some final medical evaluations, and once the old geezer talking about that crazy alien ship... or whatever it was... had wrapped up his spiel, it would be showtime. There was a vibration in her pocket, and a dull ringing filled her ears, interrupting her self-imposed meditation.
Drrrring.
Without even bothering to check the name of the caller, her finger tapped the screen, and brought the phone to her ear as she stared up at the ceiling, other hand reaching for a cup of coffee that had long gone cold, to look sullenly at its curdled surface.
"Talk to me." She said, dryly - whoever it was, to contact her here, of all places, meant it must be important.
Moscow, Russia
December 12th
1:18 PM
"...and as such, it is my sincere belief that Orphan is not harming Earth's environment. Any claiming as such is nothing but wild speculation, the work of a handful of conspiracy theorists that seek to discredit the Reclaimers' noble efforts."
Dr. Gustav Clint flicked to the last slide of his presentation, which had been going for the better part of the past hour, dabbing a bead of sweat from his brow. Here, he thought, he was in his element - not being subject to catcalls or jeers from those that dared call himself his peers. No, today he was proving his research was more than the delusional ramblings of an older man - he'd even dyed his hair back to look the part!
"On the contrary, as is evident from the soil samples collected, Orphan is promoting the growth of vegetation across the planet. We expect the seismic activity will reside when Orphan has collected sufficient Plates to allow it to escape Earth's velocity..."
Meanwhile...
In a darkened side room, Rowena Koenig opened her eyes. The reassuring weight of her pistol was light against her chest, concealed in its holster. The League's agents were posted outside, making sure nobody got close to her, or her guest for that matter. Akira was undergoing some final medical evaluations, and once the old geezer talking about that crazy alien ship... or whatever it was... had wrapped up his spiel, it would be showtime. There was a vibration in her pocket, and a dull ringing filled her ears, interrupting her self-imposed meditation.
Drrrring.
Without even bothering to check the name of the caller, her finger tapped the screen, and brought the phone to her ear as she stared up at the ceiling, other hand reaching for a cup of coffee that had long gone cold, to look sullenly at its curdled surface.
"Talk to me." She said, dryly - whoever it was, to contact her here, of all places, meant it must be important.