"Thank you, Mr. Moretti. I understand this is a bit sudden, but after two years..I believe it was necessary that you hear it first hand."
Stanley, while tall and built like an old Greek warrior, was not someone who positively bled intimidation. It was an odd fact that one of his old high school buddies pointed out to him, that he was the template of someone who could command fear..upon first meeting him..it was almost impossible to be remotely put-off by him. Whether it was the humility he cultivated or the fact he was often soft-spoken, he was just not a scary individual.
He had, of course, learned how to inspire fear after a few run-ins on his travels that second year. But, that took him focusing on becoming an intimidating figure..something he was not doing now. He sank into the chair offered with precision and gave a polite nod of thanks to the tycoon across from him, pushing his hair back again for an unobstructed view of him.
"Yes sir, specifically the bioengineering department. I believe there is a group of people using your facilities for their own illegal projects. Specifically unregulated human cloning and genome manipulation, as well as the production of substances that haven't gone through proper channels. I don't know how they've grown or changed since the last time I was here, but I came here to let you know before this group was able to advance their agenda enough to be a real threat to the city."
He made a note to try and keep it as low-tech as possible, he didn't want to get caught up in all the interesting details of it. Which he could do. Quite easily. His eyes moved over Moretti's features, watching for reactions and really hoping that he hadn't gone through the trouble of getting in here without too much alert for nothing. He wanted to do something about this problem, because he felt he had a hand in it and well..he couldn't shake that moral initiative just yet.