[color=DarkCyan]Pierre Athene[/color]

Pierre Athene was caught up in one of his favorite pastimes...envisioning future political scenarios; with Hector Williams and D.A.M. out of the picture he would be forced to sacrifice some of his muscle power for political capital with the current ruling clique in Washington. To a layman this would not seem like a particularly desirable tradeoff, but this scenario allowed one the leverage they would need to force the current President to fill the open seat on the United States Supreme Court with one of their subordinates; considering the low popularity of the current administration they would jump on this chance for a victory no matter how hollow. By 2024 the pieces would be in proper alignment to ensure not only a Athene presidency, but would also set the stage for the ending of democracy all together. This natural disaster effectively annihilated any chance his enemies had of stopping his ascension or should he say apotheosis; generations would remember him as the man who unified the world. 

Enraptured by his delusions of grandeur Pierre had no time to avoid colliding into someone who resembled a park ranger and of course the collision sent him spiraling to ground...least he reminds himself that this was the second fucking time he had fallen today. A few thoughts ran through Pierre head in between the initial collision and eventual impact with the ground, the first and foremost of these concerning the lack of the strange empathetic ability he displayed back in the Lodge; it seemed that it was just a strange hallucination as it did nothing to prevent warn him of Ranger Rick here. Did this idiot not recognize a VIP when he saw one; he vividly recalled specifically instructing his staff to brief these park yokels about the important people bracing this pathetic nature reserve with their presence and to stay out of the way the security. Great another thing D.A.M. failed to do, those goons not on the security detail were supposed to keep the immediate premises clear of both tourists and the government funded tour guides. If this buffoon happened to be assisting in the evacuation of those that attended the benefit they were not doing a good enough job at it; from Pierre's perspective this joker seemed to be dazed and confused...well you know what they say about government functionaries not the sharpest crayons in the box. 

A hand was jutted into his frame of vision interrupting his inner monologuing, the hand seemed to be connect to arm which in turn was connected to a chest...well look at that not a bad rack for someone who seconds before was assumed to be a man, they were not super model material, but it was far from being repulsive; just the kind of rack that would belong to a bimbo who knocked you over in the woods. Pierre was far from being a gentleman when it came to dealing with women who were not worth millions or billions of dollars. Typical of someone who viewed those lesser than themselves as servants he allowed the woman to help him up whilst leering at her chest of course;  why should he exert the extra effort to lift himself off the ground when it was her damn fault.

He noticed the particularly head wound the young woman was sporting. 'No...No...No No No...Fuck No'  thought Pierre as he regarded his suit and what do you fucking know it was caked in fresh blood. Could this day get any worse? 

Once on his feet he took a deep breath dusted himself off then reached into his left hand jacket pocket and produced a flat, square blue and-white packet with a stylized gypsy girl dancing in a swirl of smoke along with diamond and gold plated lighter; he then pulled out an unfiltered Gitane cigarette from the packet and placed it in his mouth. He lit it and took a deep draw eventually blowing a puff of smoke out of his nose before addressing the young woman in an extremely patronizing voice; a voice that is usually reserved for small impressionable children.  

[color=DarkCyan]"You see smoking is just one of my small pleasures in life and I haven't had the heart to give it up; it is like second nature to me now...much like how having your pretty little head in the clouds must be second nature to you, but I digress as I would not want you to hurt your head even more by dwelling too hard on what I just said.  You may have noticed by my attire that I am an a very important person...attire is just another word for my clothing if you were confused. Now I know it must be a tough job making coffee or whatever special little tasks you are assigned to do throughout the day and it is adorable that you are assisting with the search and rescue effort, but you need tell me where your boss is as he needs to alert the proper authorities. My name is Pierre Athene and remember I am a very important person; I work in Washington D.C. isn't that exciting? That is where the President lives. Is your boss the one who set off the flare? Are there others searching; perhaps army men? Stop me if I am overloading you...I can repeat this slower if you wish"[/color]