<strong>New York, Earth</strong><br/><br/>In Winston's whiskey addled mind, It was a bit difficult for him to put 2, and 2 together to make 3, but even he could sense the hostility in Alexandros's voice as he pretty much hissed his condemnation of anything having to do with the Eden Project. Winton looked at his friend as he continued, and seemed to have found a way to "Remedy" the situation that would have been quite satisfactory with both parties. Alexandros would know, once, and for all, that the Eden Project is gone, and Winston would be rid of Black, and Burnside and those of their ilk. "The<em>Musashi</em>should be in the hands of a competent captain. Not a Murderer, and Pirate." Winston slurred angrily as he slammed his tumbler down upon the table. "What do we need to do?" He asked.