09-23-2016, 11:38 AM
The Padre was quiet the entire ride. Maybe he felt the magnitude of what was being asked of him. He hoped he would man up. He tried to speak comfortingly. "Look. I know a lot is being asked of you. Maybe you're scared that you'll fail. But just imagine what would happen to the world if Ascendancy died. You know there are Privileges in the Sphere. Powerful men and woman heading up the Dominances. And the old rivalries between nations is still there. You remember what happened in DV, right? Can you imagine the world being torn apart?"
He looked out at the buildings of the city, seeing it all again. Destruction. Fighting. Chaos. Suffering. Only now it would be the planet. Or at least a huge part of it. Even non-CCD aligned nations would reel from the blow.
He shook his head and clenched his jaw, determination growing in his gut. Whatever it took, he would stop it. Or...do something, at least. He didn't know. He wasn't a politician. Or a leader. But he wasn't gonna sit idly by either.
Best, though, would be if the Padre grew a pair and manned up. Too much was at stake.
Finally, though, they got to Kremlin Clinical. Security was out in force and for a moment, Ivan wondered if they were gonna let him through. The CSS weren't exactly friendly types. But Graber musta left word because they checked his ID and did the retinal scan and let him pass- not before looking over the Padre suspiciously. Graber must have also let them know he was bringing Jensen in.
He drove up to the emergency entrance and parked in front of the doors. One of the guards started up but he threw his keys toward the guy. "Sorry. No time. But anyone can park it."
He hustled the Padre out of the car. "Sorry Mr. James. But we're losing time."
[[ooc: feel free to mod Ivan to wherever you need to get to Asc, assuming you are willing to heal him.]]
He looked out at the buildings of the city, seeing it all again. Destruction. Fighting. Chaos. Suffering. Only now it would be the planet. Or at least a huge part of it. Even non-CCD aligned nations would reel from the blow.
He shook his head and clenched his jaw, determination growing in his gut. Whatever it took, he would stop it. Or...do something, at least. He didn't know. He wasn't a politician. Or a leader. But he wasn't gonna sit idly by either.
Best, though, would be if the Padre grew a pair and manned up. Too much was at stake.
Finally, though, they got to Kremlin Clinical. Security was out in force and for a moment, Ivan wondered if they were gonna let him through. The CSS weren't exactly friendly types. But Graber musta left word because they checked his ID and did the retinal scan and let him pass- not before looking over the Padre suspiciously. Graber must have also let them know he was bringing Jensen in.
He drove up to the emergency entrance and parked in front of the doors. One of the guards started up but he threw his keys toward the guy. "Sorry. No time. But anyone can park it."
He hustled the Padre out of the car. "Sorry Mr. James. But we're losing time."
[[ooc: feel free to mod Ivan to wherever you need to get to Asc, assuming you are willing to heal him.]]