Eros Fletcher's Story

Eros was doing his usual rounds before he went back to discuss matters in the latest Board Meeting, but for now he was going to see what the situation was with each are. As he passed another lab, he nearly bumped into a scientist, growling he would yell, "Watch where your going, this suit is expensive and I don't need your solutions messing it up."

"It's Mr Fletcher and what of it?" he had his own concerns about that place, but for now he would leave them be, they were doing good work there and Mr More had been jealous of this place. Since this was the case he would take much of what he said with a pinch of salt, as he had bigger concerns than petty jealousy and rivalry.

He would stop walking finally and say, "Make up your mind man, first you wish to talk about Cryo Facility now you wish to discuss funding, out with it!" he was losing his patience and had bigger things to think about, could this funding dispute not wait until the next board meeting.

Pausing he would appear concern, "They Cryo Facility indeed not replied for a while, but it is in the outskirts of this galaxy, we knew that communication would be slow, why bring it up. As for money what can you actually offer in legitimate practices that is only way we will get Governmnet Grants."

Standing up tall he looked down at the man, "The deal was this you practice legitimate actions and under the table use the grants to fund your science, if you can't do either, why do I need you? That was the deal, it's not complicated nor is it difficult to understand."

"We shall discuss this later, you are making a scene and frankly you have my concerns on the Cryo facility I shall try raise them and see if we get anything. If you feel need to make a scene again, please do so in front of my secretary and don't waste my time." with that he would walk off.

In the middle of a call, he would keep speaking over the chaos, "Look I know Brenda that your son not made contact, but we are trying to relay your concerns over an entire quadrant it does not help those freaking primitives won't allow any of our ships nearby..." pausing he would scowl, then say, "Madam if you are going to use that language, we shall continue this later." with that he slammed down the phone and muttered, "Imbeciles, freaking imbeciles, why the hell is Mystic being so late on her report, that girl had a future damn it!"

Sighing he would appear frustrated and speak to himself, "This was not meant to happen, this was not meant to happen, I honestly wish sent you there instead, Mystic at least could handle this crisis, you are breathing down my neck and essentially forcing my hand, I can't get grants unless you provide me something of substance they can use, it's not complicated man, really!"

Standing up he would slam his hand on the desk, "Don't push me, if you want money, find out WHAT THE HELL HAS HAPPENED IN CRYO, I DON'T CARE HOW YOU DO IT, IF YOU FIND THIS OUT, I WILL GIVE YOU MONEY OUT OF THE FUCKING WAZOO!" huming heavily he would sigh, "Leave and don't dare come back until you found out this, if you stay I will cut your funds even more! NOW!"

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Turning to the Indian she smiled, "Yes, I am Clair Wilder and this is my brother Steve don't mind his look, he just follows me mainly to keep eye on me and hates how often I get into situations due to my wish to report on all areas." she would grin and go on, "The King of that nation, Mezzadrate think it's called he certainly knows how to please the crowd, being from Terra it's interesting to see how much we share in common with other people." shrugging she would peer out the windows of ships, before returning her attention to the guy, "So, what do you expect from this and what do you represent on Terra, seems many big names emerging from woodwork on this shuttle, if I had time, I would interview you."

Sometimes one must be put up a facade to please the folks and shut up the Board Members. Of course he was eventually going to address the scourge of Elysium on the market but in this matter he felt no hurry, no one Brillion had the drug and there was less danger of any untowards explosion occuring. As far as he was concerned it was very much not his problem nor the cities, but the board members seemed to think very much otherwise, in fact they had given an ultimantium hold a Press Conference before end of week and see what population want. If not they would find a way to replace them, disloyalty aside, he could deal with them if pushed. They had a point, it was bad business to ignore potential ventures that could yield profits.

That is why he was outside in winter wearing thick overcoat, it was a few minutes before everyone was expected to show up, nonetheless he really wished he had chosen a better day for this. Brillion was known for its extravagant Summers, everyone was out near the river sunbathing and enjoying the rays dance over them in radiant displays. Of course it was winter and the location chosen for the Press Conference was the Old Court House, it was disused but his Board Members believed that by exploiting such a symbol, they could reduce rumours of certain irregularities in the accounts, as well as leaked documents suggesting unethical experiments on children and finally the biggest bugbear, some idiot had managed to to get drunk and talk about illegal bioweapon factories. All in all it was colossal screw up, and of course the person had been canned immediately, but damage was done, now was time to play nice and appear like a business that had wrongfully smeared.

His speech ready, he approached podium as he await the sharks.

Eros Fletcher was a man of kindly appearance, he came across like gentle Grandfather figure, he wore black business suit with a thick woolen overcoat over to keep warm, his eyes had a warmth about them, but it appeared fake and hollow. He often spoke on TV and knew how to appeal to people's view of him, making them appear wrong if they saw a snake. Of course it was all a mere act, he brutal, conniving and uncaring, profit mattered most to him, he rarely ventured outside the office except for TV appearances, but as a whole he loathed the citizens. To him they merely pretended to know better, but they were parasites trying to steal his success.

Last time he had TV appearance he was defending himself against the person who had leaked the reports, he had called him a liar and wrong, he had exclaimed how LogicRoad provided best healthcare for the people of this city and the whole system. The people believed him and the group was disbanded and person arrested.

Now he had to deal with this issue and this time there was a lot more to fight against, he already knew they would try rile him with anything.

They had said she'd need to dress warmly, and she realized that hadn't been an understatement when she saw the outside temperature on a nearby sign. "And they're doing a press conference in this?" She muttered to herself as she hugged the heavy down coat closer against the heavy woolen sweater beneath. With the coat's dark blue color and fur trimmed hood, Xiaolian would fit right in with the rest of the press trying not to freeze all ten fingers and all ten toes off in the frigid Brillion winter. But that was the idea right?

Rumor circulated that the big pharma company LogicRoad had something of a dirty little secret, something that potentially involved children and magic abuse. Council was keen to find out as usual, but with their dissolution of certain agencies, they were now thinking twice about some of their earlier choices. Xiaolian had been one of the lucky ones, with a skill set that went beyond police work and she soon found herself going here or there on various errands for the Council. It wasn't a bad gig, but it wasn't so great either. The only positive side to it that she could think of was that she was unattached, and there wasn't anyone that she'd constantly have to feed this story or that to.

The shivering from the tall slim male with shaggy hair, and blond hair had bothered him a little bit. He could see his breath once he exhaled through his scarf. He had hated winter, and wanted to go back to where he came from, but he couldn't turn back, as there was a council being held in Brillion.

But there was other things on his mind like his master, questions wrapped around his brain like a mouse was wrapped around a mouse. ready to eat it as it was killed by the grip. He had spotted a women heading towards the same location as he was, so soon enough he would've picked up his pace to catch up with her.

Dr. Amanda Ereb's plane touched down approximately five hours before the conference. She emerged from her plane wearing a thick jacket and dark sunglasses. Two heavily armored figures followed two steps behind and one step to her side. They made their way from the shuttle to the baggage claim, drawing all manner of eyes as they passed. Several pedestrians snapped photos of the group from their mobile devices - recognizing their identities.

Within minutes of their arrival, Amanda slid into the leather seat of a limousine and pulled out her tablet. Several pages of stock data, news reels, and other information scrolled passed the screen. Intelligent eyes focused on minute details that a layman would simply gloss over without a thought. A few phrases kept appearing every few lines, however.

Victims from Elysium keep rising...

...LogicRoad stocks plummet due to harmful drug scandal...

International terrorist Elijah Kenton vanished.

"Well then..." Amanda said to herself as she flipped through a few more documents. "Let's see what we can salvage from this..."

A man of decent stature stepped out of a taxi onto the street in front of the courthouse. Blond haired and fair, with Piercing blue eyes, it would be easy to mistake this man for some celebrity or similiar high status individual. At least it would be, if not for the military combat boots he wore, the duffle bag he slung over his shoulder, and the sidearm holstered at his hip. It was also difficult to reconcile the mans attractiveness with the more obvious Cybernetic augmentations revealed on his person. And that was only what could be seen, something in his step, in the way he moved, with a reckless confidence that showed either a lack of fear, and perhaps worse.

This man would walk towards Eros Fletcher, his eyes casually roaming around, picking out potential sniper nests, hideaways, escape routes, kill boxes, things a Mercenary tends to look for in their environment. Along his way he picks out the man he's here to meet, and takes a minute to observe him. The man detetcs the stress and anxiety of someone backed into a corner, and smirks to himself. Well I suppose they wouldn't hire me if they weren't backed into a corner.

Aloud the man calls out to Eros as he approaches. "Eros Fletcher? My name is Matthew Tametson, I was told to meet you here in regards to employment of my services?" He offers Eros his right hand, fully cybernetic to the shoulder, in greeting.

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Noting the individual he glared, "We shall talk later whelp." he sneered quietly indicating he was to go, "I have more pressing matters like this press conference your employment shall be decided on later." turning away he took a long breath wrapping himself in his overcoat as he shivered, "Fucking weather, let's get this over with."

As everyone began to arrive to this metaphorical cattle market, the CEO approached the podium and waited for all to take their places, after a few minutes as everyone found their places, he began with his speech on the lectern, "I imagine many of you are wondering why I brought you here or well you all no doubt know. Firstly I must say just because we have not been dedicated in acting on this did not mean we were ignoring it, we just felt addressing the problems of Illumene would be far more productive. Nonetheless you have my most gracious apology." taking a pause he scanned the faces, "Now let's discuss somethings that could perhaps sour this gathering. I did not have those groups arrested they were found with a Class A substance and thus the law enforcement handled it, regarding those leaks we are addressing the irregularities as I speak. Finally, why would we make Bioweapons there is no money in it, the Aschen our benefactors already have suppliers we felt that having a worker who got themselves drunk at public function was just unacceptable."

Eros watching over the crowd he tried to measure the response, "Of course I am more than willing to address any questions addressing these before we move on to the main reason for this conference. Just go ahead and speak up."

Matthew chuckles to himself as Eros walks away and over to the podium. "Ahh that makes this much easier, always better to work for an asshole who wants to live rather than a softy too scared to live..." He says to himself, taking a step back to the side to avoid being near the center of attention. He instead returns to checking around, making sure his soon to be employer isn't already in someones sights.
He casually lets the duffle bag slide to the ground, it lands with a peculiar clinking sound, and rests a hand on the holstered pistol at his side. With his free hand he shades his eyes and scans the crowd, his ocular enhancements dialing on key individuals and running them against facial recognition. If anyone of particular note is out there, he highlights them in with AR and keeps an eye on their proximity to Eros.

Xiaolian frowned, the man was dismissing a number of scandals that people had already blamed LogicRoad for, especially the Elysium drug and it's lack of antidote. Pushing her way through the crowd to the front, phone in hand, the petite woman made judicial use of a few well placed jabs to get to where she wanted to be.

"Mr. Fletcher! Mr. Fletcher! Lisa Zhao with Press Sat news!" She shouted above the crowd in an effort to be heard. "What is the status of LogicRoad's antidote for Elysium and why were criminals found with a Schedule 1 drug?" Xiaolian asked, careful not to really reveal much information about herself or the news agency she supposedly worked for.