On that particular evening, Selfridge’s mood was especially shitty — after a long and boring video conference with the company superiors back at Earth, who fucked all his brains because of the constant loss of money, he was now on his way to Quaritch’s office — Parker had an idea of how to to end the damn failed Avatar project once and for all, but to do that he needed help.

Colonel Miles Quaritch and dr. Grace Augustine always treated each other with undisguised contempt, not to say pure hatred — the Colonel, in the eyes of Grace, was a heartless, bloodthirsty bastard, not caring about anything other than fulfilling the mission assigned to him and dreaming of exterminating the savages; while Augustine herself, in the eyes of Miles, was a crazy hippie witch, a tree-hugger addict, obsessed with her cigarettes and, even worse, with the local inhabitants of the cursed planet Pandora, whom she loved, perhaps, much more than people of her own kind.

It was no secret that the “Avatar” program, like Grace herself in particular, was one huge pain in the ass of both colonel Quaritch and Parker Selfridge — it was losing profits every day due to expensive equipment and buildings being destroyed by savages, not to mention how Augustine became increasingly disillusioned with the idea of ​​a peaceful resolution to the conflict with the Na'vi.

With their actions, the entire scientific department under the leadership of Grace was walking on a very thin knife edge — only one more significant mistake, and the project could be closed forever by the RDA heads, so all Parker needed to do was to task Miles with getting some real evidence against Grace, something which will convince her superiors of her professional incompetence, something that would finally shut down her damn money-grubber project.

The door to his office wasn’t shut, so Parker entered without even bothering to knock first, not being interested in how the colonel would react to his unexpected invasion.

— Quaritch, we need to talk-…