Samuel taps a finger angrily on the table, head resting in the palm of his other.
"Where in the stars is Isaac?" He asks Devin angrily.
The room was silent. Jae stares down at her lap, face straight. Cassie fidgets with her hair idly, bored. Ezra also appeared as tired as ever, his eyes closed. Only Mathew appeared angry, his arms crossed.
"I don't know." Devin replies cautiously.
"His nerve." Mathew mutters under his breath angrily.
"He is preparing," Jae says, looking up. "He's not leaving anything to chance."
"And so have I!" Mathew retorts. "I've probably got more explosives than him right now, and I'm not afraid to use them!"
Uneasy gazes land on the Ice General.
"You realize we risk losing the world if that happens." Ezra says, opening an eye.
"Too many countries rely on the US as well," Cassie sighs, sounding more professional than usual. Her eyes fill with anger. "We risk another war if you don't keep yourself in check."
"Who cares about this planet?" Mathew scoffs in response.
The other Generals remain silent.
"Isaac does." Jae speaks.
"And who cares about Isaac?"
Samuel sits up, his gaze far off. "He's been getting more confident lately." That what scared him. His confidence was always a problem.
"No, you can't attack." He sighs finally, turning to Mathew.
"He had the nerve to stay out of World War 2, then drop those bombs on Japan," Devin says, eyeing Samuel. "And you ordered me to---"
"Silence, Devin." Samuel snaps.
"You all continue to prod at Isaac and his patience," Jae sighs. "One day he'll snap."
"He won't snap if he knows whats good for him," Samuel counters, the air electrifying. "He knows the consequences. And so do you." Jae falls silent once more, returning to staring at the table.
"C'mon, Sam," Mathew explodes again. "Just let me let---"
"You will NOT attack, Mathew!" Samuel rages, standing.
"You care about this planet more than us?" Mathew accuses.
I'm less concerned about Earth and more about Isaac.
Lightning arcs from Samuel's body in a rage. "How dare you---"
"Well, I see nothing's changed much," Comes a voice. The other Generals turn to see Isaac standing at the other end of the table. His gaze strays to Mathew. "Well?"
"Well what?" Mathew bites back.
"You have the audacity to show up late today." Samuel says.
A smirk twitches at the corner of Isaac's mouth. "I thought I'd let you all talk it out. Then come to see if Mathew finally surrenders."
"'Surrender'?" Mathew scoffs. "Never heard of it."
"Then is it war you prefer?"
"Feel fortunate I've ordered him not to attack," Samuel butts in. "Yet, anyways." Mathew fumes silently off to the side, his gaze boring into Isaac. Samuel watches Isaac slide his hands into his pockets as he shifts his weight from one foot to the other. Ungloved hands.
"There is nothing else to say," Samuel says quickly. "This meeting is over." Isaac raises his eyebrow curiously.
"How lucky for me," He hums. "I expect to hear from you soon, Mathew."
"Over my dead body." Mathew replies. Isaac laughs and disappears once again.ns22.214.171.124da2