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The Chairman walked through the suite, parallel to the window, slowly, as he listened to the Director's words. He felt calm and no particular emotion flashed through his mind, at least not before Vincent's analogy. Castell's words amused him a bit. He allowed the emotion to trickle through the separation between internal and external that he so carefully mastered over the decades in this line of work, and let a small smirk appear on his features. He eyed the interaction between Castell and an aide blankly. He felt curious about the performance that the Director had roped the poor xenogenic girl into, and looked forward to seeing it, as much as such things could move his feeble reservoir of interest.
What Amhson was rooting for tonight was for the little terrorist groups affiliated with their captive to happily dance and try for a rescue or whatever else they would concoct. Amhson walked towards the conference table adorning the room as he moved to seat himself. Amhson knew, people who joined anti-establishment groups rarely, if ever were motivated purely by self-interest. They were often motivated individuals who believed in their cause with their whole being. He believed that potential recruitment of such type would be unlikely to look at an attack aimed at a charitable event, such as the one Director Castell has set, favourably, notwithstanding few that were sufficiently cold-blooded and perceptive. So, Amhson viewed the possibilities for tonight as favourable for the Directorate and unfavourable to their opponents. Either they successfuly use and discard the captive, use any attempted rescue attack to slander the terrorists in a PR move or both, though he believed the latter more likely. The whole reasoning that Amhson went through was not something new, really more of an impression of thoughts, something that he idly rehearsed with some contentment for a moment. Vale nodded in reply to Vincent's assurance as he leaned back. "Hopefully they will not dissapoint." He said, with reference to the terrorists. As he observed Vincent outward demeanor change, a spark of interest ignited in his mind.
Vale regarded Vincent calmly. He was empty of anything aside from calculation. The man before him he viewed as brilliant but widely misdirected. Amhson took his musings for a moment to the past. He and Castell had been acquianted for many decades. Vale remembered his first impression of the older man (when Vale himself was younger and much greener in the city's politics), and as he looked at Vincent then, his mind perceived a pasionate, smart, and destined for doing great things for New Liberty individual.
He viewed the fact that a personal lose turned the direction of Vincent's views towards the destruction of the Xenogenics as an unfortunate development. Xenogenics needed strict control and had a dispropprtionately greater utility; this type of tools was to be handled with care rather than thrown in a trash bin. Thus, when Amhson had looked at Vincent Castell today, in this moment, he saw a fire, that had to be extinguished, or else it would damage things too valuable to lose. It was true that the older Board Member didn't start the fire plaguing the minds of the mindless populace. Such fire was brewing from the bottom of the pit, the middle of the pit and the top of it, from many imprudent people who called themselves human and yet let their silly fears dictate their lives, rather than opportunities; but Amhson saw Vincent as someone who had came and doused that fire with extreme amounts of fuel. Amhson was as hopeful, with his own, special brand of hope, about the future: he wanted the current radicalist views disbanded, Xenogenics reined in with newer and better tech and the pests of crime plaguing the city made a non-factor. Despite their goals and plans being different, Castell's words indicated to Amhson that the Director could still be of utility, despite their ends apparantly and widely different. Amhson's calculations didn't show up in his body language and he replied after a pause in affirmation. "Of course, Director Castell", he said with a nod, making sure his tone was sincere and serious as he locked eyes with Vincent, projecting an image of agreeableness. "I believe that'd be a wonderful bill. They, the Xenogenics, require such control, and much more.", he said, making sure to add an echo to the prevalent prejudice.
A moment later a guard entered the lounge. Amhson's eyes traveled away from the Director towards the man in curiosity. The guard looked like a Long to him and his words caused a spark of excitement go through Amhson's veins. He nodded in understanding. So, it has begun, the fuel for the future smearing campaign the Directorate would feed the media. Aside from the anticipation, his mind remained impassive, the Chairman not at all worried about the situation. He stood up and nodded at Vincent, acknowledging the interruption to their conversation, which he supposed was wrapped up anyways. "Well, I guess we shall be going, then", he said, as he got ready to evacuate the room. He briefly scanned the CCTV feeds through his cybernetic implants, feeling curious about what was happening inside the facility. Unfortunately, his curiosity was not to be satisfied. How irritating. He supposed it was fair enough, why would the rats want them to see what they were up to? Inwardly and uncharacteristically petulant, Vale was.
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