"Who's for it? Who's against it?"
Raymond turned off the television in the room. Smiling, he imitated his boss and delivered an outrageously smug line to the politicians.
Looking at the strange expressions on their faces, Raymond poured himself a glass of whiskey without a care...
He raised his glass and swirled the whiskey, then sniffed it. With a smile, he said, "This is fifteen-dollar whiskey from Hell's Kitchen.
When I first walked into that restaurant, I never imagined I'd get used to drinking stuff like this.
Just like you never imagined you'd get used to this Hell's Kitchen...
It's all right. You'll get used to it!
And I'm sure it won't take long..."
The handsome Canadian Foreign Minister frowned and said in an odd tone, "Principal Alvin clearly hasn't solved the problem completely.
His proposal will divide the Mutants...
Some of them will take a different path.
And what are you asking us to get used to?
Hell's Kitchen? Becoming the 'Jerusalem' of Mutants around the world?
If so, will the Mutant Union agree to oversight?"
Raymond glanced at the Canadian Foreign Minister and tilted his head, thinking for a moment. "If you ask me, you have to get used to it...
If you can't, then put someone in your place who can."
Raymond's brazen remark drew a flurry of murmurs from the powerful figures gathered in the room.
Everyone here was a diplomatic heavyweight. They wouldn't yell themselves hoarse like the protesters, but every word they said carried far more weight.
Raymond's proposal had clearly crossed a line for them...
But they also knew that the snake before them, now out in the open, could do exactly what he'd just threatened.
He couldn't decide who would lead, but he could decide who wouldn't...
Nobody sitting here had perfectly