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Javier Almeida paced the floor of his office in nervous anticipation, it had been over 2 hours, far longer than normal to get a response from The Nucleus on a potential crisis of this magnitude. As Black Cell's station chief for Latin America he was accustomed to the methodical methods employed by the senior leadership, yet his patience was surely being put to the test. The small office was shrouded by a cloud of smoke, the result of endless pacing, cigarette constantly lit and in hand.
God damn old men, what could be more important than this right now
Almost as if on cue to his inner thoughts the secure sat phone began to ring, the telltale caller ID readout of UNKOWN NUMBER letting him know his waiting was finally at an end. Quickly he put out the stub with a single crushing motion then reached for his lifeline to the inner circle.
Javier - “The line is secure and I am alone, proceed”
The Man - “Do you have anything new to report?”
Javier - “Negative, all the Intel given in the prior reports still stand as current and with a high probability, personally I would classify it as a near certainty. My sources have determined that it will occur within a matter of days, a definitive time line is still being solidified. My prior recommendation stands, we need to redirect and focus all resources within range and prepare an offensive against their forces the moment they hit the ground.”
The Man - “Your assessment has been taken into account. At this time you are ordered to use all available surveillance resources, but you are not authorized to make any offensives against the invaders whatsoever.”
Javier pulled the phone away from his ear and looked shook his head in disbelief, while there had been orders he did not agree with before, this one left him almost speechless. His hand squeezed the handset, straining the plastic casing to its limits before calming enough to continue the conversation. Taking a single deep breath he placed the phone to his ear.
Javier - “I will need to request clarification sir, a cabal of metahuman persons of interest are preparing the invasion of a country, one that is supposedly under my jurisdiction, and you are telling me to just sit back and watch?”
The Man - “That is exactly what you are being told to do, and you will do it to the letter. I understand how you may feel about letting them into your backyard and shit on your lawn, but your feelings are secondary to the big picture.”
Javier - “I cannot see how letting this occur benefits us in any way.”
The Man - “There are two possible results from this action on their part. One is that their proposed invasion fails, likely resulting in a number of problematic metahumans being killed off in the process. Important pieces removed from the chessboard without any effort or expense on our part whatsoever. Our organization can continue to rebuild and fortify in secret, exposing ourselves at a time of our choosing and not blindly reacting to one of theirs.
Javier - “And the second?”
The Man - “The second is that they actually succeed and become the poster children for our cause, definitive proof of what happens when they are left unchecked. Recruitment and funding will reach record highs, expediting our own plans, which will in time come at their expense. Even in victory they will not come out of such a lofty ambition unscathed, their losses will only tilt the odds further into our favor. The way to win this game, is not to play, let them defeat themselves.”
Javier heard the sound of the line being disconnected from the other end, he had received all the explanation they deemed worthy and all that was left was to carry out their will. Returning to his seat at the cluttered desk he began what would become a very long night. Beginning the series of messages that would stand down the response teams and bring online every resource they had to monitor the situation as it unfolded.