They're on strict schedule. Everyone sat down around the long table, overlooking the skyscrapers of the Idris center, and the sunlight was good enough to stroll around the plaza. Unfortunately, Zella sat across Leo, and they couldn't stare at each other. Louise was at her side, and Randall was talking with their boss.
They're on uniforms, too. Jeremy was at the other end of the table. He might be a temporary subordinate, but with the ongoing revolution outside of the gates, Jeremy's going to be disposed later on. Vincent tapped his pen in his thighs, anxious about what he's going to do.
Since he is a professional in developing weapons, Vincent's afraid that one of his inventions would be the cause of everyone's death. It defeated the purpose of avoiding the murders of the oppressed. Etienne had the same thought, too. Along with the power of technology and Vincent's mind, they can produce the first world's nuclear bomb.
