Mack Thompson |PF|
*He deftly flipped through the paperwork on the desk in front of him, eyes scanning for the important notes that had been added. They'd received word that something may or may not be set to happen in Reykjavik during a conference on nuclear arms. François Delattre, the current head of security council for the United Nations had moved the thing from the UN building in New York, fearing that many of the Middle Eastern nations wouldn't be willing to come to the country in the current political climate. So they'd settled on Iceland.*
*He deftly flipped through the paperwork on the desk in front of him, eyes scanning for the important notes that had been added. They'd received word that something may or may not be set to happen in Reykjavik during a conference on nuclear arms. François Delattre, the current head of security council for the United Nations had moved the thing from the UN building in New York, fearing that many of the Middle Eastern nations wouldn't be willing to come to the country in the current political climate. So they'd settled on Iceland.*