"The recent minor displeasure might have startled everyone, so to apologize, today's expenses are all on the house..."
Amidst the enthusiastic support, it took Lance about ten minutes to return to his office on the fourth floor.
He settled back into the large red leather chair, patted the plush armrests, and a smile formed at the corners of his mouth.
Others gradually entered the room; Lance looked at them, "So, it's mine, ultimately mine, they not only have to return what's mine but with interest!"
"Check how much military hardware Mr. Snake funded us, I hear there's also some cash."
"Who will go to Fides? Get some liquor from Nick for our friend Gallio, and while at it, inquire whether Snake's relatives know his bank account and password."
Enio squeezed out from the crowd, "I'll go."
Lance nodded, "Then you handle it, choose some people tomorrow, take the money and weapons."
