Simon enters the room in the stead of his team. He's an unassuming character at the moment. Leaning against a back wall of a meeting turned standing room only, Simon listens to all of the small talk taking place since the news has broken. This is a desperate moment in their history of neither side can get the job done, but wasn't that why he was there? Then again his own government had failed anyway. Then again wouldn't he be a part of that failure. Simon turned over a lighter in his hand. He hadn't smoked in a while. In fact he was quitting. Today more than ever though a creeping feeling stirred within that cautioned him. A caution that extended far past his need for nicotine and ruled against this impending mission and his duty.