The sound of clanking machinery resonated off the metal walls of the ocean submerged base in the Pacific. Men were hard at work, scrambling like ants in an ant hill. All rigid at labor all occupied there was not one individual out of place. Everybody had an assignment, and everyone knew what to do. If you didn’t you’re life would quickly be ended. No one would have believed that only a month ago this chaotic venue was a dormant US army base. Yet recently with the commotion of Champions of Peace and the subconscious threat that they created the Governments of the World had no choice but to create a failsafe, a backup plan just encase things didn’t end up going the way they wanted. And this failsafe wouldn’t be thwarted like its previous attempt, no this time it would be better this time it would work.
“Sir!” A young man’s voice echoed off one of the many hallways of the submerged establishment. His breathing was heavy as he attempted to keep pace with his superior. “The United States President has arrived and is in the waiting room.” A dark haired man dressed in a full black suit stopped in mid step as a devious smile crept up his callous lips. His beady emerald eyes glared back at the young man dressed in a white lab coat. “Proceed as scheduled.” He said before walking off once more reeking of apathy. “But sir…you’re presence is required if we are to persuade the United States Government to help fund our project.” The now slightly agitated man once again stopped several feet away from the lackey his hands resting deep within his pockets. “Who said anything about persuasion?”
With that he walked off until making a sharp turn down the hall leaving the man speechless. “You must watch your tongue.” A voice said coming from the shadows, before stepping out to reveal a young woman. “He only has level 1 access, by divulging too much you could get him killed-“ “By who? You?” The man sneered as he turned his neck staring at her. She glared at him in disgusted, her teeth showing before she let out a deep sigh in composure. “Yes.” She replied lowering her head. “We can’t risk anything; we’ve gone too far to turn back now.” She uttered under her breath her eyes staring daggers at the dark haired man. With his attention seized he fully turned to face before slowly approached her his hand resting up her shoulder, though she shuddered pulling away.
“So...you’re paranoid?” He said in a sneering tone as an insulting smile crossed his pail lips. “No…just-” She paused a moment in silence as a group of men passed them by. Nodding in acknowledgment she waited till they were out of hearing distance before continuing. “-cautious.” She whispered. “I see…well then, I suppose you have a right to calm your own fears. Dispose of him, he was a lackey and will not be missed.” Her fists tightened as her teeth gritted against one another. Her deep silver eyes stared the man down before her as he knew the resentment locked away with in her. “Go along then, finish him off, I have no time for loose ends in this operation.” Turning on her heel, with anger radiating off her like fumes she prepared to do as she was told when “Oh…and one more thing. It appears the Vice President of the USA has arrived; make sure he leaves well informed of the situation.”
Moments later, meeting room.
The Vice president sat fidgeting away with his pencil that was tightly gripped in his hand. He was only allowed two guards, who now sat beside him in silence. It was a large enough room furnished with two couches both facing one another and an oak coffee table that was been bolted in the center. All around it were see through mirrors so that the whole meeting could be monitored from the outside in. Tension was high as the young lackey, who had hoped to convince his superior to stable the situation, was now attempting to calm the temper of the Star Spangled States Second in Command.
“Please sir I do apologize for the delay. My Lord is busy and has much more things to attend to”. This only caused the America’s leader s temper to sky rocket. “More important! More important than meeting with me after, he planned this meeting, venue and time himself. I have had to take great precautions to cater for your so called “Lords” Wishes and now I put my foot down! I will not be at the bidding of this man!” Standing to his feet he looked at both his guards and they rose as well. Glaring down at the young man he was about to make his exit when – “Sorry sir, but I cannot allow you to leave.”
The young lady said as she walked through the automated doors. Her lush blue hair falling over her shoulders as her silver eyes glared down all three of the US individuals. She glanced at the lackey who now stared at her entranced. "Meet me outside will you Vincent, I have an important matter to tie up with you."She whispered tossing him a playful smile before seating herself across the Vice President and his men. “See Lord, my master has a proposition for you, one that I think you will find very irresistible.”
Weeks later
The news papers were plagued with head lines of the United states joining forced and creating a treaty between the Asian countries of China, Russia and Japan. It was so unbelievable to a point where no one saw it coming. Following a speech in white house, the President of the united sates announced this stunning event on life television. The media were buzzing with scoops, and their own personal opinions on the matter. Some thought it foolish, others saw it a great break through for peace on the globe. But like always there were those elect few most thought them crazy skeptics, but those elite individuals who knew something was going on. Obviously their voices and concerns were drowned out by the raging hysteria that the country was plunged into, but even in the midst of what might have seemed a dream come true, one thorn remained in their side.
“The heroes pose no threat, they are far to occupied with inter galactic concerns. The Villains are content as long as you give them a piece of land and fake supremacy. The Neutrals remain no threat, they dwell in the shadows concerned for their own well being.” The words slid off her lips like wine, as she stood before a board of directors all dressed in black suits their hands swiftly taking notes. She was an angle in disguise he grace and poise mimicked none other as she won over the executive and high officials of government. “Yet we have one threat.” She said brushing her midnight blue hair out of her face staring each member dead in the eye. “There are a few, not many but enough to be a threat, vigilantes that seem to have no allegiance no connection. Rogue agents, assassins and mercenaries that have dwelled in the shadows.”
Pausing for effect she pressed a button on the hand held remote and the whole room went dark. Before them a screen appeared with the faces of several dozen people, some of them had the words “Located” “Terminated” upon their face but there were a select few that contained the words “intangible” above their picture. “These remaining men and woman gentlemen have eluded us either subconsciously, or intentionally we do not know. But their location we can no pin down.” She stopped as she noticed one of them officials had his hand raise. Nodding in acknowledgment she let him speak. “Forgive me for asking but what threat could a few scattered vigilantes pose to the governments of the world?”
Snickering her crimson red lips curled up in a devious smile as she let out a deep sigh approaching the man. Placing the palms of her hands on his desk she leaned in forward her hair draping over her smooth and luscious skin. The mans forehead began to sweat as his heart rate accelerated. “They pose no threat on their own. But if one of them had even a suspicion and banded the others together we would have a threat on our hands.” Pulling away she walked back to the front of the stage clicking the hand held remote once more flipping to a world map with certain locations pin pointed. “These gentlemen are the locations we think some of these remaining survivors are, I ask that you aid us in taking these remaining neutrals out before they discover things we wouldn’t want them too.”
With that the young woman left, leaving the men to discuss how they would proceed. “Well my dear Selice, it appears you’ve won the crowd once more.” But the young woman’s mind was already deep in thought. “They won’t succeed you know.” She murmured her silver moon lit eyes glaring at her superior. He simply snickered shaking his head as he brushed his dark locks out of his face. “You don’t know that.” He said before glancing through the window observing the senators as they conversed in conversation about the matter at hand. “Yes, but what if they do. These rogue agents you should not underestimate. They have dealt with assassins, mercs and everything under the sun. You better have an endorsement plan.” She said walking up behind him her fingers grazing the glass. As she looked over toward her superior she could see the devilish smile curling upon his dry lips. “Don’t worry my pet, I have a plan B already in the works as we speak".
At the end of that day the world leaders, unknown to the public, unknown to the heroes or villains sent out their greatest and most deadly assassins to hunt down the remaining threats, and to silence them to remove them like the others, before they had the chance to discover anything at all.
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