Chapter 101: Meeting
"Is their invasion really that much of a concern to us?"
The men and women sat around the giant round table the size of a large bedroom in large silver chairs with red stitching. Illuminating each person in attendance like stars of their own show. Behind them their illuminated shadows showcasing multiple flags from their origins. Hiding the large space they were meeting in and proving their faithfulness to their pasts. Defining their standings like a trophy in a display cabinet. Anonymous to their name yet famed for everything the normal citizens of life wished they had in their lives. The one percent of the one percent willing to risk their life for the sake of human longevity.
In front of them, an illuminated globe sat upon a large metal moveable stand, displaying the continents in real time. Flashing with red and black, consuming much of the territory being lost to their foreign invaders like a disease of unknown origins. Blaring out silently in blood from their next move. Their insiders amongst the forces below frantically circulating their orders without question. Efficiently following their plan. They stared back at the woman beneath their hooded cloaks hiding their faces. Unwilling to look upon her gaze at the planet in their multitude of cold sweat. A strange fear that clouded the room with seclusion and despair.
Her eyes stained with a bright red pupils, widen and boldly in display unlike her pale white skin that screamed at her use of excessive makeup, even if it is not the case. Around her, long bleached straight hair covered part of her doll like face. Hiding her cold smile like a murderous psycho playing the part if not for the long, wavy blue dress that stretched all the way to her feet and her friendly demeanour she sometimes showcases. Staring at the brutish American man who seated opposite her with fearful confidence, hiding his cold sweat as he responded to a tall, Irish lanky woman with freckles and wavy hair seated to his right in the emotionlessly terrified room.
"So far, despite much of the innocent being caught in the cross fire. Much of it is truly attributed to the excessive actions of a hit squad in The Light of Men. Their invasion will be their punishment after all. The only question is the whereabouts of the group Code Zero."
He sighs, calming himself down as he continued his response. Unable to hold up to the strain from the weird look from his boss's face.
"Our insiders below have attempted to scour and capture them. Seamaster got herself killed during the assault but the rest had fled. Our insiders are still searching for them at the moment."
The lanky lady jumps from her seat and slams on the table, unable to take in the terrible news after the lack of results below. Cutting him off.
"Didn't we tasked Guy to influence and bend The Light of Men to our will T? Where the hell is he after all this time?"
She looks at T, questioning the source of the report after asking an insider to sneak and misinform them into line. Hopeful for an answer from T who simply shook his head in dismay.
"Dead L. His two trusted informants are unconscious, the last information I have recovered from them was that there was an intrusion from what seemed to be an agent from M16."
"Are you referring to Ken?"
T and L turned to look at their boss who simply continued to watched with a straight face. Cutting them off and putting them on edge. Barely able to have the power to continue as T quickly brought themselves back to speed. Hoping she wouldn't notice.
"Likely. We've delved into his organisation but M16 had gone silent. It is suggested that they are working with him to tear apart our organisation."
L watches solemnly at the lady who began to straighten herself, turning to face T as she looks back at the planet, staring at the country of Oflip. Hardly consumed in black amid it's proud stance. Defiantly clouding her mind with irritation.
"Hmm... this is bad. Since much of the members of Code Zero still in our control have also vanished, Ken must had intervened for he held much of our blackmail. They may had uncovered our darkest project. Lily's Dandelion."
The men and women looked at each other, muttering among themselves at the unsaid behest of their boss who sat rooted. Putting her head by her hand, unfazed from the precautions that could arise if it had been discovered.
Lily's Dandelion. The bane of their whole existence. She couldn't tell who or why the previous administration previously running The Association did this. Much of the old information was burnt when World War Three began. Those part of the previous administration had their lips tight shut, terrified at the leak of such information. Such fools. To think that they would use Patient Zero. An individual whose sugary blood kept in cryostasis from the 1940s. A man whose abilities far exceeds the normal human and the supernatural. All to create more of him, more power and necessary evil to destroy what they claim was true evil. Yet when they created The Light of Men as a front to said experiments, she couldn't help but feel that everything they tried to prevent that turned against them. Straying them further into the path of the prophecy. What hypocrites.
"We need to intervene now! After all, this cannot stand! Any moment this leaks out, the stability we had built up to this moment will fall! They are after all needed in the plan to bring stability and peace even if it is not up to the standards of today!"
L slams on the table, looking directly at her boss with irritation. Ignorant of the many men and women still grumbling amongst themselves. Fretting far too much and taking far too long to calm down. She sighed, lifting her head head from her hand as she slams her hand on the marble table. Alerting everyone to her presence and silencing the room.
"There is no need to fret now. As long as they are in the dark as to our whereabouts, they will never win. Our machines and men are more than a match for their dirty antics. Isn't that right? My fellow alien observers standing by the door."
Their heads poke out slowly, possibly frightened and spooked from the large amount of armed forces marching around the facility. Hiding the creature with his golden crown, still far too visible to be ignored. Peering back at irritated woman now waving at them to enter. Slightly annoyed at the work of the armed guards originally stationed at the room, unconscious and unmoved.
"Don't be scared, we are not as barbaric as you may think."
The aliens slowly scampered through the doors, revealing themselves amongst the glowing lights illuminated from the flags. Each of them seemed rather frustrated. Storming in here for answers to their demands. All far too ludicrous at best. The alien with the crown began to tremble in frustration, nudging his translator and explaining his words with clarity, an alien so burnt out at his endeavours he had no choice. Hesitantly answering on his behalf.
"For individuals of the primate species, you have incredible hearing."
She shook her head at their response. Annoyed at his flattery and their presence in such an important meeting. She needed answers, not more questions to their existence. Lamenting back in return.
"Don't flatter me. Alien by the Throne. What is your purpose interrupting this meeting?"
She turns to look at the alien being who whispered to his translator, stammering beneath his feet. Struggling to hold back his emotions in a burst of sorrow.
"W-Where is my son!? Why is your base here!? As cowards you have a good piece of the blame to share!"
He points his blue finger at her, desperate like an unfilled father of a broken family. Ignorant of his translator beside him who didn't translate his words, attempting to calm him down with no avail. He watched the lady by her throne standing up to face the intruder with annoyance. Perplexed by their intrusion.
"In case you are wondering, your son is in Oflip. The only question is if he is willing to cooperate like you."
She listened to him growl, ever closer to lunging at her with barbaric ferocity if not for his companions physically pulling him back. Evidently annoyed by her remark as his translator explaining her answer. Exhaling with exasperation, she continues her 'friendly' talk. Hiding her reaction from his third-rated feelings. A sensation she hated since her childhood.
"If you are thinking we are like them, we are not. This is The Association. We watch and respond accordingly in order to prevent the prophecy from occurring. You may have seen and heard of names such as Napoleon, Genghis Khan, Joan of Arc, Richard Nixon, Stalin and The Pope amongst many others from your many discreet flights in our planet. We may not been seen but we've been here then and even now. Ensuring the prophecy does not occur by any means necessary. Do you now know who we really are?"
She crossed her arms, watching his translator explain to him with clarity as he calmed down. Turning away to think things through amongst the murmurings from his partners. Nodding to his translator once again, seemingly on even terms.
"Understood. Do you have your word unlike those slimy men below?"
She scoffed, amused at the words his translator conveyed. Laughing manically throughout the room as the echoes attracted everyones attention. Unnerving them with a trembling sense of trust that echoed through the halls. Slowly turning her attention back to her intruders with a smug smile.
"Don't worry, professional have standards."
She warmly smiled, trotting her way past the men and women still rooted to their seats, turning to face the two who firmly shook their hands. Aligning together with the same page and respect. She looks into his face, still sorely looking away from her face. Evidently not pleased at her creepy expression. Despite this, the results had shown. They have progress. The only thing he could be happy for. He sighs, nudging his translator who answered on his behalf once again. Less stressed out and more nervous than before.
"His name is King Ambriosas."
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"Hey why did you let them in in the first place? Aren't they technically enemies?"
The man radios in into the group, initialising his face upon the shapeshifting cockpit like a camera. Illuminating the entire surroundings with it's depth and size calculated down to the smallest detail. An upgrade 15 years too early. It's name, Ladon, imprinted itself along the knobs of his thrusters, hiding stealthily with the dull beige colours. The triangular shapes and long neck was more mutant than robotic. Infused with organic and mechanical parts in his stealthy spot. On both shoulders, two pistols hid within it's armour. Attached to thin small arms against the glass floating around in defiance. Directed towards the planet for visitors soon to come.
He looks around hastily, hoping for answers as he seats comfortably in a one seater configuration. His legs crossed like a bully in a rundown bar. Pathetically hiding his brown bowl cut, thick Korean accent and his huge scars across his face with his thick helmet. He seemed silent about his endeavours, hiding himself with his emotions of his past as an ace pilot from the Third World War. Evidently bored at his job, just like everyone else.
He still remembers how prestigious the job was. Meant for only the best of the best in the entire planet with so little spots it may as well exceed the terrors of the usual rat race. It had been kept silent from the public eye with information tightly knitted from leaking. So rarely known and top secret that he may as well be in Area 51. Despite this, the frustration of employment remains. To hire only six individuals to both lead and guard the gates the biggest secret since the mystery of Jack the Ripper was truly an understatement. Ignorant unlike the thousands of armed soldiers and the three powerful humans in the corridors. Yet he couldn't help but have this strange feeling of relief in his veins.
The monitor glistened with clarity, showcasing the bright blue earth bellowing with a tainted orange and black from the top to the bottom of his seat. Overshadowed by the large ships of unknown shape and material firing upon the ground, dropping their own species into the land. Invading deep into their territory. He couldn't help but feel sad for his other colleagues he had worked alongside with back when he was with the UK air force. So interesting and full of character, now blended with the dirt in terror and paralysing fear.
It is clear they have had enough with the resistance they had put up. Shocked at the poor display of results. Nothing more than a bunch of annoying flies swarming their own army to death. Stupidly pulling in with the full might of their tumultuous army arriving in the inexhaustible millions as a show of force. An amazingly disgusting sight unlike the performance the world's military and the Light of Men had put on display.
"Yeah, however they are useful to us alive. Besides, don't you want to get on good terms with individuals better than us?"
The lady sits slouching by the chair in the cockpit, relaxed unlike the man on the screen. Crossing her hand by her head on the headrest with her dark green lob with a knot subtly swayed with stiff bravado. Completely bore at the lack of interaction. Stuck in the bright lights of the hangar unlike her colleagues hiding amongst the rocks and stone on the dark side of the moon. Grabbing their weapons and aiming in the dark. Excited in their new mechs unlike her 'jet'.
A winged silhouette that looks unlike a jet yet with technology far too excessive for her taste. Glowing a bright red light swooping around the gaps like a drone from another universe. It's wings swooped across the long bean-like cockpit like an owl, hiding small vents that emitted a orange glow from it's hidden motors. Channelling fluids she have no idea off, her role out of reach from the information stored away by the higher ups. It's shape and fluidity changed every time she was stuck in the cockpit. Twisting around the U-shaped plane like goo. Far too similar to the stuff she saw recently in Oflip. Muddling her mind as her colleague goes into a deep, thoughtful silence.
"True."
He nods uneasily, staring back at his large surroundings with glee, hiding with the warm arms of the darkness against the glass glistening around the shape of his gun. Trembling silently at the sight of ships approaching their location. Surrounding it like men vandalizing a prominent treasure spot, marking brightly of it's location to everyone. Unsure of their true intentions.
"Just don't let them get too comfortable. This location cannot be compromised."
He looks back at the lady, subtly giving him the wink with a warm smile, still observing her surroundings with a smug glee. Confident of his endeavours.
"I know. After all, they will be given a real surprise when they come here. If they come here..."
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