[center][h1][color=f26522]NAGA[/color][/h1][/center] [center][i]"...for Brutus, as you all know, was Caesar's angel. Judge, o you Gods, how dearly Caesar loved him! For when the noble Caesar saw him stab, ingratitude, more strong than traitor's arms, quite vanquished him; then burst his mighty heart; and, in his mantle muffling up his face, even at the base of Pompey's statua, which all the while ran [color=ed1c24]blood[/color], great Caesar fell. O' what a fall was there, my countrymen! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down Whilst [color=ed1c24]bloody[/color] treason flourish'd over us." -Marc Antony (3.2.176-187)[/i][/center] [center]____________________________________________[/center] "[color=f26522]...Yes, yes, I just started bringing in the supplies. There should be enough of that, good man.[/color]" A man held an old phone by his ear, a calm and collected smile spread between his cheeks. His sly eyes were closed, his slick figure sitting on an office chair. Getting business done in an office was particularly comfortable for the man in the red fedora. "[color=f26522]I have told you that the supplies were brought in two days ago, my friend,[/color]" the man in crimson answered with his soothing voice, the tone behind it never changing. "[color=f26522]You should be able to get the confirmation by your cabinet. I left it there, after all.[/color]" The man known as "Naga" smiled, laughing with his lips sealed. "[color=f26522]I see, I see. Good day to you too.[/color]" Putting down the phone, the man in red laughed a little more before sorting out several documents. He then opened his office desks's cabinet, placing the files in it before shutting it closed. Placing a metal lock to securely seal the cabinet, the man soon found himself standing up. Hungry for a small snack, Naga picked up his eraser, swallowing the thing entirely before tidying his clothes up. Dusting off a few remains left by the eraser from his mouth, the man in the suit walked out of his office, an unfading and kind smile on his face.