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Post by The Cardinal on May 27, 2016 23:22:21 GMT
Armand Jean du Plessis was not a patient man. He had been through this sort of drudgery before, and it bothered him no end, but he knew he had to endure this frippery to get to the man he needed to see.
After going through metal detectors, body searches and the like, The Cardinal found himself in a corporate holy of holies, the ante-chamber to the offices of Alexander Luthor. In the wake of the mystic "bomb" that had hit the world by storm, The Cardinal sought out allies in his quest to rid the world of the super-powered, the mutated and the mystic. They were all agents of Satan as far as he was concerned, and he hoped the man he was waiting to see would be of similar convictions.
((If I need to speak to his assistant one more time, I am going to leave)) he thought as he thumbed through one of the silly magazines lining the waiting area tables. ((The Purifiers can find other allies if needed))
"Miss, when will I be able to speak to Mr. Luthor?" he asked the young woman yet again, and once again he got the standard "he will see you shortly" form of reply.
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