Post by Archibald Stanford on Aug 24, 2016 1:55:14 GMT
Archie despised the press. They were always pecking away, gagging for the smallest crumb of information and then ballooning it into a story that would be barely remotely proportional to what was being reported. His return from America and The UN was met with the natural media attention, however he was quick to get into his staff car and be driven away to the safety of The War Office. He knew he couldn't hide forever from them, but he was determined to try.
While on his way to inspect the military installations along the British southern coast, he was ambushed on his way out of the door by the crowds of journalists, reporters and TV crews. Much to his dismay, they had also blocked the way back inside and his security detail was too small to keep them at bay.
"Field Marshal! Why haven't you made any statement regarding the UN summit!?"
"Is your silence indicative of war?"
"Should we be afraid of the possibility of an American-Russian alliance?"
"Do you intend to resign due to this?"
Breathing a deep sigh, Archibald threw his arms into the air to silence the crowd. Once they'd fallen silent, he lowered his arms and spoke.
"Ladies and gentlemen." He began in irritation. "I have no comment to make regarding the actions of other nations during the Summit. My purpose was to defend the Solaris Network, I did so. I am not here to possess an opinion regarding how other world leaders govern or what they intend to plan or do. My function is to respond accordingly with their actions. If there is war, The AEDP will fight, if there is not, then we won't. Now, please... Stop asking me these ludicrous questions."
The questions began again, a reaction he knew was going to occur as he and his retinue of military police officers continued to fight their way to his car. Once he was inside, he buckled himself in and facepalmed to cover his eyes from the glare of the camera flashes.
"Note to the necessary arms of service," he said to his driver. "Prepare to have a helipad installed on the roof of The War Office. If I wanted to be mobbed by a pack of vultures every time I leave the office, I'd have become a politician instead and stood for Prime Minister."
While on his way to inspect the military installations along the British southern coast, he was ambushed on his way out of the door by the crowds of journalists, reporters and TV crews. Much to his dismay, they had also blocked the way back inside and his security detail was too small to keep them at bay.
"Field Marshal! Why haven't you made any statement regarding the UN summit!?"
"Is your silence indicative of war?"
"Should we be afraid of the possibility of an American-Russian alliance?"
"Do you intend to resign due to this?"
Breathing a deep sigh, Archibald threw his arms into the air to silence the crowd. Once they'd fallen silent, he lowered his arms and spoke.
"Ladies and gentlemen." He began in irritation. "I have no comment to make regarding the actions of other nations during the Summit. My purpose was to defend the Solaris Network, I did so. I am not here to possess an opinion regarding how other world leaders govern or what they intend to plan or do. My function is to respond accordingly with their actions. If there is war, The AEDP will fight, if there is not, then we won't. Now, please... Stop asking me these ludicrous questions."
The questions began again, a reaction he knew was going to occur as he and his retinue of military police officers continued to fight their way to his car. Once he was inside, he buckled himself in and facepalmed to cover his eyes from the glare of the camera flashes.
"Note to the necessary arms of service," he said to his driver. "Prepare to have a helipad installed on the roof of The War Office. If I wanted to be mobbed by a pack of vultures every time I leave the office, I'd have become a politician instead and stood for Prime Minister."
