BLTopia
18-10-2007, 10:12
Kindcorp corporate office building, Ren City, BLTopia
Meeting between CEO Ryan Mann and Presidential Advisor John Teutscher
"Billions?" asked John in a low voice.
"NO! Trillions upon trillions. We'll make more money than we could spend in a thousand lifetimes if we do this right." grinned Ryan, one of the richest men, and coincedentally, biggest lobbyists in the nation.
"What your saying is...uh...illegal though..." John stammered, looking over his shoulder in the huge office, making sure they were still alone. As if the conversation these two powerful men could start a full scale war.
Ryan cut him off, "Now, John. Would I do anything illegal?" he chuckled "All I'm asking for is a tiny portion of our nations strong military for a few weeks. It will all be paid for by Kindcorp."
"I don't know..." John sighed. He knew where this was going. They had been in this same room, having this same conversation before. All the young, ridiculously rich man had to do was remind him of how he got into office...and he had to give in. If the public ever knew...
"Consider it a 'live' training excercise. We will be inviting a few nations to our remote island. No collateral damage. Just good television."
"Yes, and how would you explain deaths Ryan? Training missions usually don't involve the kinds of things you are trying to pull here" John said, the tiniest bit of courage creeping out from behind his personal wall of cowardice.
Ryan sighed, standing up from his monumental mahogany desk,"John, I'm not asking you. I'm telling you. Pull the strings. Get the men, and get out of my face." he stated, turning his back to the man, staring out the huge window to his office, overlooking the metropolis that is Ren City. John slinked out of his chair and across the elaborate carpet that led to the door. God help us he thought as his mind raced, and God help me get those poor soldiers for this sicko as he closed the door behind him. Ryan laughed out loud to himself, thinking of the poor excuse of a man that left his office. He turned and pressed a button on his desk. *BEEP* "Yes Mr. Mann?" a young lady's voice answered immedietly. "Susan, make sure the word gets out on what we talked about earlier. I want this to be worldwide. Every news station we can get our hands on. This is going to be huge Susan. Huge."
"Right away, sir."
"Oh, and Susan?"
"Sir?"
"Give yourself a raise." he smiled
"T-thank you sir."
(OOC: gosh, want to have a little war game on a small island, need 3, or 4 people I think. Trying to make a reality war show. lol. sounds crazy, but I think people would watch it. Got a couple ideas, anyone interested?)
Meeting between CEO Ryan Mann and Presidential Advisor John Teutscher
"Billions?" asked John in a low voice.
"NO! Trillions upon trillions. We'll make more money than we could spend in a thousand lifetimes if we do this right." grinned Ryan, one of the richest men, and coincedentally, biggest lobbyists in the nation.
"What your saying is...uh...illegal though..." John stammered, looking over his shoulder in the huge office, making sure they were still alone. As if the conversation these two powerful men could start a full scale war.
Ryan cut him off, "Now, John. Would I do anything illegal?" he chuckled "All I'm asking for is a tiny portion of our nations strong military for a few weeks. It will all be paid for by Kindcorp."
"I don't know..." John sighed. He knew where this was going. They had been in this same room, having this same conversation before. All the young, ridiculously rich man had to do was remind him of how he got into office...and he had to give in. If the public ever knew...
"Consider it a 'live' training excercise. We will be inviting a few nations to our remote island. No collateral damage. Just good television."
"Yes, and how would you explain deaths Ryan? Training missions usually don't involve the kinds of things you are trying to pull here" John said, the tiniest bit of courage creeping out from behind his personal wall of cowardice.
Ryan sighed, standing up from his monumental mahogany desk,"John, I'm not asking you. I'm telling you. Pull the strings. Get the men, and get out of my face." he stated, turning his back to the man, staring out the huge window to his office, overlooking the metropolis that is Ren City. John slinked out of his chair and across the elaborate carpet that led to the door. God help us he thought as his mind raced, and God help me get those poor soldiers for this sicko as he closed the door behind him. Ryan laughed out loud to himself, thinking of the poor excuse of a man that left his office. He turned and pressed a button on his desk. *BEEP* "Yes Mr. Mann?" a young lady's voice answered immedietly. "Susan, make sure the word gets out on what we talked about earlier. I want this to be worldwide. Every news station we can get our hands on. This is going to be huge Susan. Huge."
"Right away, sir."
"Oh, and Susan?"
"Sir?"
"Give yourself a raise." he smiled
"T-thank you sir."
(OOC: gosh, want to have a little war game on a small island, need 3, or 4 people I think. Trying to make a reality war show. lol. sounds crazy, but I think people would watch it. Got a couple ideas, anyone interested?)