An oligarchy? Quaint indeed. Though far more stable than any democratic movement, which was not nearly so entertaining as it was reassuring. Here was a movement certainly, one that seemed to recognize not only its own necessity but which was taking steps to ensure its own longevity. Then again, notions of equality were perhaps... inherently nonexistant amongst the actually powerful.

Ramon's fingers crossed over each other as a distinct thump echoed from just behind his seat. That would be Michael sulking. He smiled. "Would it be too forward to inquire what, besides the gathering of arms, the Alliance has yet attempted?"

Eyes rolled, mouth twisted to mimic the words and Mickey shot a glare over his shoulder, through the cushions and straight into his employer's back. This was just spiffy. Good questions, sure, ones he hadn't bothered with himself due to either other more improtant preoccupations - such as not getting into deep - or... or that he hadn't thought of them. Well blah.