Mark entered the room along with everyone else and leaned on the wall in his usual spot, arms folded.  A frown was on his face, not because of the recent chaos, but of what was on his mind.  'Well sheeeiiit' Mark thought to himself.

Mark had spent the majority of last night slicing and cannibalising.  And also watching soccer.  It was only until he saw the news and fires in the distance did he realise that Trident had struck again.

And now he had nothing to contribute to the meeting.  In that case, he would let the others speak first and work off their points.

Well, he did have a idea about baiting Trident, but seems like the Boss wanted details first.  Mark wondered what everyone else truly thought about Trident rather than the expected answer.