"So we need to up the ante." Robbin's lips curled into a cold smile: "Industry exclusion is just the first step. And I never said we had to target him in Iraq Station. You know our capabilities; we're a global defense company with operations anywhere."
He didn't shy away from the others in the room as he spoke.
Blake gave a hum, indicating agreement.
Hansen nodded slightly. Old Tom put his glasses back on and said nothing.
Marco poured another glass of grappa, this time sipping it slowly, his eyes fixed on the clear liquid in the glass.
"And Curtis..."
Robbin looked at the man still playing with the lighter.
"Continue engaging with the demands from Siria. If Song Heping eventually caves under pressure and wants to sell off some sensitive equipment, you are still the first choice. If he won't... then we'll make him understand the consequences of refusing our industry alliance."
Curtis finally stopped what he was doing.
