Pressure? Under pressure. Brett Levine was not a man who crumbled under pressure. Brett has always believed that how a person reacted to the pressure that was placed on them was what determined them as a person.
The man sat uncharacteristically quiet at the head of the meeting room table. There had been many meetings that passed through the hands of Inner Sanctum's commanding officers; Brett had partaken in many of those meetings, often chiming in when he could. He leaned back in the chair as he scanned the empty meeting room. The ghost of a smile began to trace itself on his lips as he felt the weight of what was happening being placed on his shoulders. The Inner Sanctum had a reputation, one that Brett was currently not a fan of and now that he had inherited the title of Director, he was ready to plan his next move.
"Oh," he sat up, straightening himself up as he heard the door open. He called Callista, the Director of the Inner Sanctum Rangers, in for a meeting before he set about his plans. He always regarded her opinions, especially for big decisions. "Thank you for coming," he said as he gestured for her to take a seat. He rubbed the back of his head and opened up with, "It's a bit of a shit show right now, isn't it?" // @ckrvger
