Convergence

[FallenKnight]

*Now that director Weber and his guards were inside the building, captain Khan contacted her Obsidian Guard troops to return to their stations and secure the perimeter as they did everyday. Their secondary priority for today was to safely move the director's group inside - and so they've done.*

Captain Khan: Attention troops! Return to your stations and proceed with your duties as normal. *she turned at her companion* Benedict you stay here and make company to our guests. I will go with the Baron to his office and supervise the rest of Weber's escort.
Black Trooper Alpha: Well, copy that ma'am.
Captain Khan: You have something to say?
Black Trooper Alpha: Maybe I do. You know I...
Captain Khan: Enough, Benedict. You must be happy this conversation is secured otherwise you would've ashamed us all with your babbling.
Black Trooper Alpha: My apologies ma'am. Go do your duty and I will do mine - sharing some battle stories with Thomas and Hooper near the lift.
Captain Khan: You are a lost cause.
Black Trooper Alpha: You said that already. But don't worry, I know you love me either way.

Baron Piett's office, level 1 in the Sage Tower

* "Shall we minister?"- Weber said from within the elevator. Piett turned at captain Khan and nodded. She understood the sign and followed him. The Research Wing was a huge building of nearly 50 floors. The last 5 levels were part of the Sage Tower, where at the 1st was located the Baron's office and his personal quarters. The elevator was build in specific location within the main building. One of its sides consisted of armored glass revealing a breathtaking view of the complex the higher it goes. The lift was fast and it took the group around thirty seconds to reach the 1st level of the top structure. Before the elevator was a short corridor leading to the baron's office. Piett was the last to enter, so now he was the first to come out. He made a sign to those behind him to follow him until they reached his office. Once they were at the door Piett turned.*

Jarrow: Like we agreed early, director, your guards are to remain here. My captain will make them company until our meeting is over.

*Piett entered his office first followed by Weber. The room was decorated very simply with carpet and walls painted in crimson red. A white metal desk was located at the end of the room in front of a huge window revealing breathtaking view of the half island and the ocean around it. Small white couch with a table were located per each side of the office and above them - bretonian flags. Around the flags could be seen paintings representing the Baron's life while being in the Bretonia Royal Navy (BRF|), the Armed Forces (BAF|), Fleet Admiral, his peerage awards, present achievements as Minister of Defense and some with the royal family. The newest addition was a painting of Piett and his son - James Frederick Albert William Piett - during a special meeting with the Queen, where his son was bestowed with the title of Prince of Bretonia. Aside from these details the office was clean and orderly in alike with it's owner's mind.

Piett moved behind his desk and sat down pointing to Weber one of the three chairs in front so he could join him. The director moved calmly and sat down as well.*

Jarrow: Director Weber, there are indeed a lot of topics to be discussed today but we are both busy men and I am sure we both value our time. Don't get me wrong, your presence here is of importance and I am willing to sacrifice as much time as needed. As minister of defense I need to be well informed in order to act swiftly and accurately. Now then, let us begin. The first topic would be about our old enemies within Bretonia - the Gaians, the Molly, and those that dare to assault us from the south - the Coalition, the Corsairs and the Hessians. I am aware you are not representing the fleets of the Armed Forces but I am eager to hear the visions of your organization...your subtle proposals of how do you plan to deal with these terrorists, rebels, fanatics and pirate scum flying around.

*WIth these words Piett laid down on his chair and begun listening to Weber*