<strong>New York City<br/>Earth</strong><br/><br/>The reconstruction of Earth was ever and ongoing process, even nearly half a century later after the cleansing of the world by the Cosmo reverser. However, there were always be things that would be constant. No matter where or when in the Universe.<br/><br/>At the top of one of the newly completed Skyscapers, an exclusive restaurant commanded a nearly 360 degree panoramic view of the slowly assembling skyline. From there, the patrons could see for miles as the restaurant slowly rotated upon the tower. Here the modern day Celebrity, and Ruling Class would come, and dine upon the riches of the recently resurrected world.<br/><br/>With a huff, a older gentleman entered the Restaurant. He had been running late to a meeting with an old friend, and was eager to catch up upon old times. Fleet Admiral Winston Fitzgerald was shown to the VIP suite where individual tables were set, and blocked from view. Here He was to met his long time friend, and former Navy Buddy, the Honorable Minister Alexandros Sylvester Peterson XXII. A man with a long history with both Military Service, and Politics in his family.<br/><br/>"Sorry I'm late, Alex. I had to stay late, and look over reports from my Fleets upon the outer rim." Winston stated as he plopped down onto his chair, and pulled out his napkin to tab the sweat from his brow as he set his cover on an extra chair to get it out of the way. "I swear, that Admiral Burnside is trouble with a capitol "T"." He chuckled as he finally relaxed with a long overly stressed sigh.