Desmond personally hated it when things don't go as planned and when schedules are often tossed out the window because of a new development.
The original plan was for Djibril to meet with the representatives from the ruling families of Orb at around 0900 hours. The presentation would last for about forty minutes with a question and answer period for the representatives. Then they would fly back and meet up with the mobile suit transport to personally inspect the new units before heading to Doctor Robertson's laboratory to discuss the status of the new Biological CPUs. However with the earlier attack on Djibril and the cameras capturing how a blasted Coordinator saved Djibril's life, their case to the Orb government has been severely weakened.
As soon as Djibril regained his composure after the attack, he simply ignored the press, headed back to the car and ordered the driver to turn around and head back to the airport. He also called ahead to his transport's pilot to tell him that they would be departing to Atlantic Federation territory early. Other than those simple orders, Djibril had remained quite silent about the ordeal.
When the car stopped at the airport, the two men stepped out and boarded the transport plane. The interior of the plane was fairly large, capable of holding up to thirty passengers. However, there were only about sixteen comfortable seats in the plane with four in each corner of the passenger interior. Some luxury items were placed in the centre of the interior like a large screen television and a small fridge. The TV and fridge were firmly secured to the floor, meaning that they wouldn't budge from their spots if the plane hit mild turbulence. Djibril headed straight to the fridge, opened the door and pulled out a bottle of whiskey. He then took a seat in the north-west corner and secured himself in as the plane got ready for takeoff. His assistant took a seat across from him.
"We're about to be taking off so please make sure you're secured for the initial turbulence," said the pilot's voice over the intercom.
Djibril simply opened the bottle and downed half the contents in one gulp as the plane took off. When it had reached a proper altitude, Desmond was about to speak when his cell phone began to ring. The brown-haired man took out the phone and answered it. "Desmond here."
"It's Mr. Reynald. I'm wondering if Lord Djibril would be up to an emergency council meeting so we can figure out how to properly proceed in light of what happened earlier on television."
Desmond glanced over at his superior at spoke into the phone again. "Can I get back to you in about a half hour?"
"Alright. I'll be expecting your call."
The phone line disconnected and Desmond turned off his cell phone before putting it back into his front pocket on his trousers. Djibril simply sat there with his bottle in his right hand. Desmond decided to take the initiative to try and snap his superior out of this funk.
"What happened earlier today was most unfortunate but we have to try and regroup, sir."
Then without warning, Djibril stood up and hurled the glass bottle to the floor next to Desmond, giving the man a good scare as the glass shattered. "Unfortunate?!? That was the most humiliating moment in my entire life! To have my life saved by a fucking genetic freak with the whole world watching!!!"
Desmond took a deep breath to calm his heartbeat. "I understand how this is a major setback-"
"You have no idea how much our organization had been set back because of today's events!!" ranted Djibril. "I can only imagine how many members will ditch the organization when they start thinking that all Coordinators aren't so bad!!"
"Perhaps we can try to limit the damage that has been caused today. Mr. Reynald called earlier to see if you were up for an emergency meeting on what we could do to properly address what is going on. Maybe we can find a way to rearrange our propaganda campaign to get the rest of the planet to rally behind our cause."
"How about we switch the meeting agenda to finding out the identity of that damn Coordinator who saved me? Then I can start working on ways to torture the little bastard..." As Djibril continued fuming, Desmond made a mental note to tell Mr. Reynald that calling an emergency meeting would have to be delayed until Lord Djibril calmed down some. With his current state of mind, he would constantly disrupt the meeting and it would be a waste of time for everyone else involved.
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