Verahl:
Verahl stared at Wires, as he lay flat on the table separating both him and Santius. The sheer stupidity of the Salarian astounded him. He knew Esten would be furious when he found out what had transpired. To proclaim that an armed bomb had been brought into their headquarters, and more importantly, in front of their entire command, would have warrented death had he done anything else.
"Wires," Verahl said slowly as the Salarian pushed himself up from the table. Verahl had been so enraged by this action, that he couldn't even properly show it. It could almost be felt coming off of him though. The amount of anger coursing through him was enough to send a chill down even Lux's back.
A pistol shot could be heard from under the table, as the shot bore straight into Wires's right leg. He watched as the Salarian buckled from the blow.
"I have no words that can even begin to describe the stupidity of your actions. I'm certain you realize that in even stating such an action, you jeopardized not only the safety of the company, but the safety of every single one of its officers," Verahl said, almost disattached from the world around him. "If you ever even attempt something like this again, you won't be missed."
Verahl then beaconed to Lux, who lifted Wires from the floor by the back of his collar, but refused to let go.
"Cut him off from any for of alcohol. If even a drop so much as passes his lips while he is in this base, or, if he returns here drunk, throw him in a cell for a week."
