Aodh ó Faoláin looked outside his window and onto the streets of Derry. Derry was a shit-hole even on the standards of Hattie, which in itself was basically one big shit-hole. Aodh wore a black suit, and had dark hair, unlike most celts. Someone knocked on his door, and without turning around Aodh told the knocker to come in. The man who came in was named Nicholas Flaherty, and was a good friend of Aodh.
"Have you heard the news?" Flaherty asked.
"Yes I have." Aodh answered still looking out of the window.
"What are we going to do?"
"Nothing."
"What the hell? Nothing?" Flaherty asked, honestly surprised.
"The people of Hattie either love us or fear us Nicholas. We have nothing to fear from the Helenan puppets that make up our state government. The fact that they 'declared war' on us is merely to present the image that they are making progress in Helenizing our people. Our operations will continue as usual." Aodh spoke with a cold precision in his voice, which reflected his cold personality.
"Yes sir. We will continue to ship weapons to Kauai then." Flaherty said, before sighing and walking out of the room.
"Have you heard the news?" Flaherty asked.
"Yes I have." Aodh answered still looking out of the window.
"What are we going to do?"
"Nothing."
"What the hell? Nothing?" Flaherty asked, honestly surprised.
"The people of Hattie either love us or fear us Nicholas. We have nothing to fear from the Helenan puppets that make up our state government. The fact that they 'declared war' on us is merely to present the image that they are making progress in Helenizing our people. Our operations will continue as usual." Aodh spoke with a cold precision in his voice, which reflected his cold personality.
"Yes sir. We will continue to ship weapons to Kauai then." Flaherty said, before sighing and walking out of the room.