01-11-2024, 09:39 AM
Somewhere in the Desert Bank, Beiteynu - August 5563
"Welcome, Mr. Grey- hoping you're not finding it too hot!", the Director of the Agafim exclaimed.
It was hot, alright. The AC kept blasting at full speed, trying to offset the 116 degrees above on the surface. Luckily, they were underground; and 6 levels deep underground in one of Black Beisa's mysterious facilities.
A very quiet and unmoving Black Beisa advisor was already present, smoking her lungs out at the end of the table. Mr. Grey was the first non-Beiteynuese to ever lay eyes on someone employed by BB, in history. Black Beisa: the makers of Yeudicho ICBMs and other things.
Ezra, the Director of the Agafim, was keenly aware that would probably make Mr. Grey nervous, but he knew he had to start somewhere.
"Mr. Grey, we understand your teams in Lourenne were exposed to SOT-", he started.
"Actually, let's grab some ice tea or coffee? How has IBSI been treating you?"
He sat, looking comfortable and informal opposite the Kalistani; and sweating from the heat.
"Welcome, Mr. Grey- hoping you're not finding it too hot!", the Director of the Agafim exclaimed.
It was hot, alright. The AC kept blasting at full speed, trying to offset the 116 degrees above on the surface. Luckily, they were underground; and 6 levels deep underground in one of Black Beisa's mysterious facilities.
A very quiet and unmoving Black Beisa advisor was already present, smoking her lungs out at the end of the table. Mr. Grey was the first non-Beiteynuese to ever lay eyes on someone employed by BB, in history. Black Beisa: the makers of Yeudicho ICBMs and other things.
Ezra, the Director of the Agafim, was keenly aware that would probably make Mr. Grey nervous, but he knew he had to start somewhere.
"Mr. Grey, we understand your teams in Lourenne were exposed to SOT-", he started.
"Actually, let's grab some ice tea or coffee? How has IBSI been treating you?"
He sat, looking comfortable and informal opposite the Kalistani; and sweating from the heat.
The Banana