May landed next to the blue helicopter that she had been following for a while. She was too focused on maintaining the correct speed to pay attention on the passing of time. Although psionic teleportation seemed to beyond her grasp for whatever reason, she was able to fly as fast as the helicopters without any problems when she tried to emulate other Zerg fliers psionic propelled flight.
Once both helicopters were grounded and winding down, Stephanie hopped out of the blue one and May's two Zerglings hopped out of the red one.
"It's a good thing you can keep up with the choppers. You can get started early." Stephanie shouted over the helicopters.
May nodded and followed Stephanie across the roof of the building that they had landed on. Stephanie walked to the edge of the building and pointed down.
"You can get into the building from down there. I'll be taking an elevator, and I won't see you again until tomorrow. You will be staying here for the night. Nobody could find a hotel that would take dragons." Stephanie joked as the sun neared the horizon.
"Does that make the hotels racist?"
Stephanie just smiled and walked away.
"I could give you a lift. It would be faster than the elevator." May called.
"I'll keep my feet on the ground for this one." Stephanie responded with a shake of her head.
May shrugged. "Your loss."
With that, May picked up her two Zerglings and jumped off of the roof to glide down to what appeared to be the back of the large office building.
When May landed, she was surprised to find that the back of the office building had a small warehouse on the first floor.
Heavily armed guards were standing by the warehouse door, and shortly after she landed, the door rose up to reveal the inside of the small warehouse part of the building.
There were many large shelves pushed against each other in a corner of the room that were probably in the center of the large room most of the time. In the back right of the room was a small staircase that led out of the warehouse portion of the building. Desks and stacks of wooden pallets lined the left wall of the room. Finally, on the back wall of the small warehouse was a sign that read "Dunder Mifflin Inc, Paper Company." It was then that May recognized someone standing a short distance away.
"John Dillinger?" May asked.
"You know me?" He asked as he and another man approached her.
"From the memories of another." May replied.
"That's interesting and very convenient. Let's get started. This is Timothy McGhee with the CIA. Both of us will interview you, but we will be interviewing you separately."
Timothy stepped forward. He was a tall, bald man with a mustache, a perpetual frown, and when he spoke, his voice was like sandpaper.
"I will go first. Come in." Timothy commanded before turning to face the room.
"Everyone out!" Timothy shouted. "That includes you, snowflake." He said while gesturing to John.
"Just hurry up." John replied as he walked off.
The warehouse was cleared of everyone except for May, Timothy, and the two Zerglings.
"These things need to leave also." Timothy said as he gestured to the Zerglings.
"They stay." May replied.
"This is American soil you are standing on, and you are a guest here. If I say they leave, then they leave." Timothy stated with frustration in his voice.
May narrowed his eyes at Timothy and promptly ordered an overseer to make it's way over her location from orbit; she also ordered a Nydus Worm to begin making its way to the street in front of the office building/mini-warehouse. Something felt wrong about his request.
"They take orders from me and only me. Have you forgotten who I am, little human?"
"I represent the largest intelligence agency in the world. We have agents worldwide. Nothing happens without us knowing."
"Do not challenge us. The Zerg managed to escape this country in less than two months of existence while surrounded by hundreds of guards. You know nothing of the Zerg. Everything that you think you know is only half true, and everything you don't know will remain hidden from you until I personally decide to reveal it to you. There are no traitors among us, for we are of one mind. My mind. You know less about me than you know about the Zerg as a whole. You don't know where I came from. You don't know what I am willing to do in order to complete my goal. You don't know the reach that I have, nor do you know the way I wage war, for I have done according to what Israel has asked, not according to what I would do on my own. You have not seen what we are capable of, and you are forced to meet me here so that you can ask me about these things. If you really want my Zerglings to leave this room, then I will leave with them and you and your agency will be the last to know the answered to your many many questions. So I suggest that you stop trying to control us as your kind did when we were first born."
"Alright then." Timothy said after a moment of silence.
May released her control of her Zerglings and let their curiosity take over so that they could search the place while she talked to Timothy.
"How are you getting your forces from Antarctica to Israel?"
"Logistics." May said as she tried not to smile.
May could have sworn that she saw Timothy sneer when she said that.
"Where are your forces deployed worldwide?" He asked.
"Mostly Antarctica. They are moved to Israel on an as needed basis."
"And what do you have in Israel?"
"The forces in Israel are enough to keep I.S.I.S. at bay. That is what Israel needs, and if they don't need our help anymore, then we will leave Israel if and when they ask us to."
Timothy kept asking questions that May wasn't comfortable answering, and May kept answering his questions with vague generalizations. Finally, whether because he was frustrated or because he ran out of questions, May didn't know, Timothy finished and left up the stairs in the back of the small warehouse.
Moments later, John opened the door and descended the stairs. He started talking as he approached May.
"I'm only here to talk about May Flowers. Do you know where she is?". He asked.
"I know exactly where she is. We all do."
"I need to know."
"She is residing in Broodland." May answers.
"What happened to her when she was taken?" John asked.
"She was drugged and unconscious when they took her to Mexico. From there, they flew her to Iraq. We got her out and found that I.S.I.S. had taken her. From there, we escorted her to Broodland where she has been since."
John thought for a moment. "Is that why you are protecting Israel? Because of May?"
"Because she brought us life. Without her, we would not be here. I.S.I.S. is a threat to her, and we will keep her safe until they have been destroyed."
"Why not just wipe them out? I am told that you have the ability to do so." John replied.
"And risk the world striking out against us in fear? How would that keep May safe?"
John frowned. He looked troubled as he stared at some point miles away. Deeply troubled.
After several moments of silence, May spoke up.
"I would like to speak to May's parents on her behalf." She said quietly.
John snapped out of his thoughts as he processed what the dragon had said.
"Wha- oh. Um, I... I can do that." John said before pulling out his phone. "Would you like to be left alone?"
May nodded in affirmation.
"I don't have any more questions for you. You will be staying the night here and leaving for
John dialed the number and put the phone to his ear.
"Hello. Is this Mrs. Flowers?"
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"I have someone who wants to speak to you concerning your daughter."
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"Yes ma'am."
John put the phone on speaker, set it on the ground, and left the room.
"Hello?" The voice on the phone nervously called as John was leaving.
"Is this Lauren Flowers?" May asked.
"This is Lauren, yes."
"If there are any questions you have regarding your daughter, ask them now."
"Where is she!?" She asked hurriedly.
"She is safe in Antarctica."
"An-Antarctica?" Lauren asked as her tone changed to confusion.
"It is the safest place for her at the moment. Were she safe in America, I would have brought here here when we found her. She has been working with us, and she has been a great help to us."
"When can she come home?"
"I'm not sure." May said as she began trying to figure out what would need to happen before she could go back to her normal life. I.S.I.S. would have to be gone to keep her from being kidnapped again or assassinated outright. No doubt, they knew that she was important to the Zerg by now, even if they hadn't known before she was kidnapped. She would also have to somehow govern the Zerg while keeping up with daily life. It would be hard, but she cou-
"Hello?" May's mother asked over the phone.
"I'm sorry. There are many things that must happen before May can return to America. I don't think she will be able to in the near future."
"Is she doing alright? Is she liking it there?"
John walked out of the warehouse, through the offices, and out of the building. In the small parking lot was a car with Timothy in the drivers seat. John got in on the passenger side and Timothy put the vehicle into reverse to leave.
The two pulled out of the parking lot wordlessly and drove a couple of blocks down the road and into a parking lot. Timothy parked the car facing the building. Neither of them were aware of the Overseer watching from miles above.
Timothy pulled out a phone and speed dialed a number.
"Execute Operation Hotshot." Timothy said into the phone.
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"Alpha November Tango India Bravo India Oscar."
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"Understood." Timothy said as he hung up and checked his watch.
"Well," Timothy said as he leaned back his car's seat, but kept the phone in his hand, "we have about twenty five minutes."
"I still don't like it." John replied.
"You don't have to."
"That doesn't make it right." John stated.
"It isn't about what is right."
John sighed and shook his head. "What is it about then?"
Timothy looked over at John. "If you are going to get in the way, then I suggest you tell me now."
"It isn't that." John said with another sigh. "I just feel like we could have done something to keep ourselves out of this."
"We couldn't have done anything. Perhaps if you were able to keep the Zerg contained in the first place, then we wouldn't be here. Given that we still don't know how they ended up in Antarctica, I doubt anyone could've kept them from leaving."
"My point exactly." John stated.
"What?"
"There's so much that we don't know. How can we be sure of anything regarding the Zerg?"
"We can't. That's why we're here." Timothy said with a shrug.
"And what if we fail because of something that we couldn't foresee?"
Timothy paused and thought for a moment. "Then this will be an interesting week for the world."
John chuckled and relaxed slightly. "I have a feeling that it will be an interesting week no matter what."
John and Timothy sat in relative silence for about twenty minutes longer with Timothy checking his watch frequently.
"Get ready." Timothy said to John.
John opened the car's glove box and pulled out a small remote.
Timothy's phone rang, and he quickly answered. John waited for Timothy to give the order.
Timothy looked over to John. "Pull it."
John pressed the button.
Sorry about the long wait for this one. School has been rough on my time. Anyway, the next chapter will (probably) be the longest one yet. Because of how long the next chapter will be and how much time school has been eating, it will probably be a while before it goes up.
Thanks for reading!
