Another Day to Die

LERRIN

Lerrin lounged in his chair, temple on his fist, making himself appear as relaxed as he was capable while he listened to the different members of the security council debate the way forward. Though he struggled to concentrate, frustration and anger pulsing in his veins like a drumbeat. It served his purpose, he supposed. They could all scent the tension in him. They had walked wide as they filed in one by one when the messengers found them. Now they were beginning to relax and forget—or perhaps not realize—just how tightly he was wound.

"…we knew this was a possibility, it's why we have three teams prepared with different approaches. The loss of one is sad, but not unexpected. And we are prepared for it. The second can be on the move tonight if needed, though I suspect the Cat's security will be even stricter now. It might be worth waiting a short time to let them relax."