Paul goes into the security room and locks the door, sitting at his desk and propping his footpaws on it, he notices his shoes are gone, he sighs and gets a cigar out, almost lighting it up before shaking his head and tossing it, taking a drink of some cheap wine instead. "After that...i might need a transfer..." He laughs to himself "But then...i set a deal...i guess..." he shakes his head again and just takes another drink