The only raving lunatic in that office happened to be the one shouting and blowing out Ikenna's eardrums with both his spoken and unspoken words. And that lunatic would be Armen Recard.

Gevrik did not take well to being shouted at and he had his wand halfway to Armen's throat before he caught himself. Silencing Department Heads with whatever spell came to mind first was not how the cult wanted things done here, he had to remind - and restrain - himself.

Though really it was the other man who needed restraining, Ikenna did not flinch nor even show any other hint of his irritation with Armen's behaviour. Thinking he really could hide his past now was just naive. "Temper, temper," he chided quietly, stepping away from where the Transportation Head was seated. He made a wide circle around the man and ended up near the door, facing it with his hands (and the wands tightly held in them) folded behind his back. It was from there that he started speaking, just loud enough to be heard without having to turn his head.

"First of all, what you must do is to learn to constrain yourself and your temper, Recard." Ikenna's voice was deep and commanding, leaving no room for questions as he told the other man precisely what to do.

"Secondly, you will be attending meeting with some friends of mine and potential...friends...of yours. I will get you details on it later this week but rest assured that if you do not show up at this meeting, you will not be showing up at work ever again either." That was a promise, not a threat.

"Lastly, and most importantly, I want you to hold a meeting of your own here shortly. Today or tomorrow would be the most prudent time, in fact." The Head of Security turned around with a serious, penetrating glare and stony expression. Clearly there would be no getting out of this order. "Seeing as you are in charge of all of wizard transportation in Great Britain, you should also be aware of how the British Muggles travel. Am I mistaken in assuming this, Recard?"

No he was not mistaken, but he paused a moment in case the man was feeling foolish enough to interject something. Moving back toward where Armen was sitting, Ikenna tapped the two wands he held in the palm of his free hand.

"Muggles, as you will agree, need looking after, particularly since they do not have magical capabilities. They cannot apparate, they do not have a floo network, and they certainly do not travel by broom. This is where you come in - we want your department to take over certain facets of Muggle transportation and, for lack of a better term, 'wizardize' them. Control them. Take care of the Muggles by whatever means necessary."

He came to stop in front of Armen's chair and leaned in close, placing one hand on either armrest so that he was basically IN the other man's face as he continued speaking with a new note of danger in his tone.

"It is your job to make certain this happens, Armen Recard, without letting on about any particular external motivations. Should you have a little slip-up..."

He trailed off and brought the two wands up, trailing their ends across Armen's cheek so that two identical, painfully red scars appeared from nose to ear.

They would fade... eventually, but not before his point was made.

"Are we clear?"