The Truth Is Out! (For Martini)
William Stryker was not pleased. Not pleased at all.
He knew who'd been responsible for all that mess back in Africa now; he knew who'd been responsible for almost completely wrecking his tent, nearly destroying the data he'd been gathering so carefully over the years and almost destroyed the project he'd been working on for so long. Jean had come to see him, and he'd been able to tell straight away that she'd been in one of her more playful moods - something that always put him on edge. Struggling to not let his unease show, he'd welcomed her into his office where she'd proceeded - with evident glee - to tell him just who had decided to turn the campsite in Africa into a seismic playground.
Martini. Rictor and Martini.
It looked like it was time to dispense some discipline.
He knew who'd been responsible for all that mess back in Africa now; he knew who'd been responsible for almost completely wrecking his tent, nearly destroying the data he'd been gathering so carefully over the years and almost destroyed the project he'd been working on for so long. Jean had come to see him, and he'd been able to tell straight away that she'd been in one of her more playful moods - something that always put him on edge. Struggling to not let his unease show, he'd welcomed her into his office where she'd proceeded - with evident glee - to tell him just who had decided to turn the campsite in Africa into a seismic playground.
Martini. Rictor and Martini.
It looked like it was time to dispense some discipline.