Vincent nods again, and opens the second envelope, per notations upon in.
....oh damn your pride you heavy-handed old fool. Vincent sighs and puts a hand to his face. He withdraws it, gives a brief glance to Kristoff, then turns back to Andrew.
"Mister Summers, I'm afraid I have to apologize on behalf of Von Doom. The satellite should have entered orbit over Genosha, along with a communique sent directly to Magneto, thirty-seven minutes ago."
A beat, then. "Actually, Mister Summers, I have to apologize personally. I should have known enough to open the envelopes and read their contents myself, regardless of instructions. You should be speaking to someone more experienced, but... he has a certain fixation on grand gestures." He grumbles. "Sending his heir here sends a message regarding the seriousness of his intentions, I'm sure was the idea.
Some less official discussion over lunch sounds wonderful. My aide and I will definitely take you up on the banitsa you mentioned earlier, young man." He turns to Angelo and nods his head, finally seeming to relax a bit, and undoing the top button of his official uniform.
Angelo will just beam at that, recovering from how his grip on the knife might have tightened just a little bit when Vincent dropped the bombshell a moment earlier.
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