"Miss London," Paris takes a seat at a rather empty roundtable (only her and London are sitting in the room). "Washington seems quite angry. Everytime I try to calm him down, he just gets more aggressive."
"That's expected." London stretches. "I think now's the perfect time to launch Kievan Rush."
"Kiev…" Paris pauses. "That's that captain with the eyepatch, right?
"She's been a ticking time bomb for 5 fucking years." London rests her elbows on the roundtable. "Ever since a certain operation… well, she's gotten problematic. Her eye's been permanently gone, she talks about dreams involving her killing the old Paris, she's grown less stable and might even become a traitor. She tells us she's all for GATE, but Mina told us otherwise."
"What happened to her?" Paris asks.
London presses a button underneath the roundtable, locking all exits and entrances. "She found something awful." London stares down Paris. "The Mass, or what she called it, Earth. It's a massive pile of every single soul that once lived and died on Terra. If you get to close, it might just absorb you into the mass."
"That's a lot of souls." Paris awkwardly responds. "I… assume I should be silent about this."
"We can't hide everything." London takes a breath. "But we should keep the amount of people who know about this limited. If some looney decides to feed The Mass more souls, it could destroy the planet."
"Does…" Paris stops before scooting closer to London. She whispers in her ear: "Does Washington know?"
"You don't need to whisper, shitbag!" London shoves Paris out of her chair. "I never told him about The Mass, but I wouldn't be shocked if he already knows."
"What if Kyiv and Washington team up?" Paris asks while getting back up. "Who knows what chaos they could cause."
"Washington hates Kiev." London states. "And Kiev still thinks we trust in her. If we send her to hunt Washington, then either she proves herself to us and kills Washington, or we rid ourselves of a potential threat."
"What if she refuses?" Paris asks.
"THEN MAKE HER!" London slams the table. "She's already been talking to fucking mercs, now's too perfect of a chance to waste. Now get on it."
Paris salutes. "You got it!" She tries to exit the room, but the doors are locked. "Um… can you-"
London presses the button under the table again.
"Thank you!" Paris dashes out of the room, leaving London to herself.