[url=http://www.bungie.net]White Matter HQ[/url] [url=http://www.bungie.net]Monday, 13:00[/url] "I've got the whole world...in my hands. ... I've got the whole world...in my hands. ... I've got the whole wide world...in my hands." ~Charles White to the theme of the "He's got the whole world in his hands" song ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Charles White sits behind a large white desk with his hands on the table, fingers intertwined. On the other side Gabriel, the once thought dead friend of Iso, stands at attention with newly crafted armor and weapons covering his body. His helmet is latched to his belt so his rough, young looking face can be seen. His expression was nonexistent as he blankly stared forward with his hands behind his back. "Gabriel..." Charles looked up at Gabriel as he spoke with a smirk. "...How are you?" "At one hundred percent working condition, sir." Gabriel replied without hesitation and complete obedience. Despite his past hatred for Charles his voice was calm and collected. Charles chuckled lightly before speaking up again. "Good....Good. That's great to hear." Charles stood up, picking up his signature, black and blue pistol from the desk and placing it in his hand comfortably. He looked down at it and sighed before turning towards the large glass wall behind his desk. He had a lovely view of a beautiful tropical rainforest full of colorful foliage from a few thousand feet off the ground. "Gabriel." "Sir." "I think we've given the rebels enough time to prepare, don't you?" "Yes, sir. Actually, we should've struck when we had initially learned about the cause. There would've been far less resistance and possible casualt-" "Gabriel?" "Yes, si-" "Shut the f*ck up." "Ye-" "I said shut the f*ck up!" Charles spun around and pointed the handgun at Gabriel's still emotionless face. The older man sighed and rolled his eyes as he lowered the gun and went back to staring out the window. "I had my reason, dumbf*ck. You think I don't know the world is crumbling around me? They take me for an idiot...clueless." It began as a very quiet snicker, but Charles' laughter gradually got louder as he went on until it he could barely breath. He took loud, deep breaths like a mad man. "It's all part of the plan. I know I'll fall. They don't get that. They think I'm just a mad man that's going to lose his grip any moment, but....OH! BUT! They don't know...no...not at all. Who's the true idiot?! THEM! For they have no understanding about what's to come!" Charles started to laugh again, but it died out faster than the last as the old man suddenly went into a coughing fit. "Gabriel...?" "Yes, sir." "Get me the little girl know as Tracinya. It's time to set my plans in motion. I need her alive not necessarily in perfect condition...if you know what I mean...." "Yes, sir." "Good....Good. You may go. Don't come back until you can get her barely breathing, bloody body on this desk." "Thank you, sir." Gabriel turned to leave, marching perfectly as if he were a robot. [spoiler]Ooooh I did a plot thing....at 3am[/spoiler]