Sharon turned and left, her face expressionless.
A moment later, the office door opened again.
General Lane strode in, his dark green uniform immaculate. The stars on his epaulets gleamed coldly beneath the fluorescent lights, and his jaw was set like a slab of iron hammered flat.
He stopped before the desk and swept a quick glance around the office.
The strange smell in the air, the half-drawn blinds at the floor-to-ceiling window, the notebook open to a blank page on the desk, the clothes scattered across the floor...
He quickly looked away and fixed his gaze on Yongye.
"Mr. President."
Lane's voice carried the steady authority of a man accustomed to giving orders, though it held a subtle warmth absent from their last meeting.
"Wakanda's technological capabilities far exceed our estimates."
Yongye lounged in his swivel chair. He gave Lois, who was huddled like a frightened quail, a light nudge with his foot before smiling. "So?"
General Lane clasped his hands behind his back and leaned forward slightly, his gaze steady on Yongye.
"So I think we should find a way to place some limits on Wakanda."
"They're too powerful, beyond the reach of any outside force. A power on that scale can watch world affairs from the shadows for only so long. If they ever change their minds, they could upend the balance of the entire planet."
"What do you think?"
Yongye tilted his head, wearing the kind of infuriatingly easy smile Lane had seen many times before, and which still made his blood pressure rise.
"Would what I think make any difference?"
General Lane answered at once, his tone deliberately earnest. "Of course it would. You're the President of the Eye Society. The authority to oversee every Superhero rests with you. Wakanda is too powerful for any