[Saul would've come to the network sooner, but his earpiece picked something up not long after the network came back online.
So, he waited.
And waited.
And now, he thinks, is as good a time as any for this broadcast.
He's seated in DITR's office; the interior looks much the same as any other bedroom on the base, but in lieu of the beds, there's a medium-sized desk. This is where he's perched in his usual pose with elbows on his knees, hands folded, leaning forward just slightly and addressing the camera — which someone else is holding — with an expression so grim it somehow almost seems amused.]
This is not how you get what you want.
[A pause. He appears thoughtful for a moment, then waves a dismissive hand at nothing and smooths down his tie.]
I mean, sure, it must've sounded great in theory. And I'd bet any amount of money that you all thought you had your bases nice and covered, buuut —
[Tch.]
Looks like maybe not, if the network being back online is any indication. Hi, by the way. Are you having fun yet? Because that whole lack of gravity thing — man, that was a blast. I'm just wondering, you know, if this is gonna work in your favor the way you'd all hoped. Messing with the systems is all well and good and yeah, okay, we get your point: you're mad as hell and not gonna take it anymore. Fine.
But I think — and this is just my lawyerly opinion — you're gonna have a hell of a time dealing with the fallout from this. And I promise you, Charlie, there will be fallout. Civilized fallout, of course, assuming no one gets hurt. I'll keep my promise if you keep yours.
[He grins, then winks.]
Anyway, I dunno about everyone else, but I'm waiting with bated breath for your next move. And if you need anything from us —
[A quick sweep of his arm to indicate the entirety of the room and, with it, the entirety of DITR's staff. Whatever anger he's been keeping at bay finally seeps through, Saul's eyes narrowing for the split second it takes him to say:]
Good fucking luck.
[And off goes the video feed.]
( A few minutes later, a text message for the DITR staff: )
So, he waited.
And waited.
And now, he thinks, is as good a time as any for this broadcast.
He's seated in DITR's office; the interior looks much the same as any other bedroom on the base, but in lieu of the beds, there's a medium-sized desk. This is where he's perched in his usual pose with elbows on his knees, hands folded, leaning forward just slightly and addressing the camera — which someone else is holding — with an expression so grim it somehow almost seems amused.]
This is not how you get what you want.
[A pause. He appears thoughtful for a moment, then waves a dismissive hand at nothing and smooths down his tie.]
I mean, sure, it must've sounded great in theory. And I'd bet any amount of money that you all thought you had your bases nice and covered, buuut —
[Tch.]
Looks like maybe not, if the network being back online is any indication. Hi, by the way. Are you having fun yet? Because that whole lack of gravity thing — man, that was a blast. I'm just wondering, you know, if this is gonna work in your favor the way you'd all hoped. Messing with the systems is all well and good and yeah, okay, we get your point: you're mad as hell and not gonna take it anymore. Fine.
But I think — and this is just my lawyerly opinion — you're gonna have a hell of a time dealing with the fallout from this. And I promise you, Charlie, there will be fallout. Civilized fallout, of course, assuming no one gets hurt. I'll keep my promise if you keep yours.
[He grins, then winks.]
Anyway, I dunno about everyone else, but I'm waiting with bated breath for your next move. And if you need anything from us —
[A quick sweep of his arm to indicate the entirety of the room and, with it, the entirety of DITR's staff. Whatever anger he's been keeping at bay finally seeps through, Saul's eyes narrowing for the split second it takes him to say:]
Good fucking luck.
[And off goes the video feed.]
( A few minutes later, a text message for the DITR staff: )
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