"Wait!" Aaron said. It hadn't been his intention to make anyone more upset. Apparently he wasn't the peacemaker he thought he was. He ran after Mystique.

"I wasn't saying you were wrong in what you said," Aaron said. "I just wanted us to be able to eat in peace. Why don't we go back? The bacon's actually not so bad."

[h1]Somewhere Discrete[/h1]
Daniel Buckley put down his pen now that his letter to the Benefactor was finished. The reply would dictate much. For now, SORAM would wait and see. Whoever was moving was moving fast, but it was no matter of theirs. It seemed to Daniel that, as always, the Orphanage would look after itself.

"Bishop, how have you decided to deal with this situation?" Anna said.

"One step at a time," Daniel replied. "We have bigger, more expensive, and more lucrative, endeavors to be looking after."

"So I suppose you will not be needing me," Thomas said.
"I think not," Daniel said. "What concerns me is the situation in Syria."

"Courtesy of the House Committee, the Department of Defense has doubled our involvement, and our pay."

"Excellent," Daniel said.

Mercenaries were in high demand this day and age. But one with superpowers? Their demand was higher, but the supply was ever so small. Fortunately, SORAM and Bishop Buckley were more than happy to oblige.

"Anna, see to it that Erica is safely escorted to the Orphanage," Daniel said.

"I will make it so, Bishop,"  Anna said.