āMister Whitehaven?ā Atlasās brow rose in speculation. While had addressed her formally- his was more to mock the sheer sterility of their mannerisms. When Gale stated it- well- he felt an odd notion that passion was bled right out from that statement. āI donāt even get a wink afterwards, or asked how my day was. For shame. I think Iām losing my touch.ā Those digits crisped down his waistcoat and glided over the threaded buttons- it was a motion that he participated when he was lost in a deluge of pensiveness. Either way he moved to the table to take a seat, and gave Gabriel a coy look as the other made a somewhat callow comment about his dress. āI take fabulous care of my clothing- and Iām sure your opinion of ābeing worn by meā would change given a bit of persuasion.ā Atlas left at that- he didnāt want to traipse all over proper etiquette in the Signet Corporation unless he was assured he couldnāt get his hand slapped for it.
As Gale Cross began that briefing Atlas made himself comfortable and pulled up his own personal display. There were countless little tidbits about the Ark and itsā importance, but it was painfully obvious was it was supposed to simply be used for: the preservation of what little life the planet had left. So he flipped away from the specs about that massive genetic storage facility and onto reading about Dr. Fleche and the Dwyers. In a world where the existence of natural flora and fauna were an extreme rarity eco-terrorists like this had a tendency to pop up left and right like daisies (Atlas tried not to chuckle at that slight pun there). Rarely ever though did they make a move like this, and successfully as well.
āIdiots,ā Atlas mumbled underneath his breath as Gale gave their intention with the genes in the Ark. They would ruin years of saving the world by attempting to āsave the worldā. He wondered if this āGaiaā even knew what they were striving towards, or if they blindly followed impulses and thoughts as such. Atlasās finger flipped through what meager reports they had on Gaia before returning his attention back to the center of the table and to his other two comrades.
All the dark haired fellow could offer to Gabrielās banal rambling about rabbits was a concerned look on the otherās mental stability. He turned his attention back down to his reports in hopes of not showing the non-descript boredom that passed by his eye. āThat is a point, but I donāt think weāll see too many forces considering they would lose their- well already lost- element of surprise by moving a larger group in. Because these warehouses are for Signet use only- someone moving in with a sizable force would be discovered.ā Atlas then paused. āThat being said- we can figure that theyāll be armed- especially if they plan to keep Dr. Fleche doing what they wish. So do we suspect that these Dwyers are humans or elementals? Because that might change the game.ā