Disclosure
by Chaoseternus
The Truth Is Out At Last, Are You Ready For It?
Chapter 14He hated working with fanatics, they were too stupid to realise how they were little more then tools and occasionally had delusions of thinking he owed them, or that they controlled him.
It was annoying, but what could you do except replace the tool?
In this case however, replacing the tool might not be enough; in this case he was, for the first time, truly scared. His tenuous control over these idiots always rested on the fact that doing Allah's work was expensive and so long as he made that expense vanish he had his control over these simpletons. But now, he had to announce to these fanatics that he no-longer had enough money to continue to support them.
Of course, he did have just one point that might keep him alive, after all it wasn't exactly a secret
"Those Godless unholy Yankees!"
The tool was unshaven, unkempt in appearance and his eyes seemed to glow malevolently red as hatred and fanatism radiated from the man.
"How much how much can you spare for a campaign to show these godless infidels who is truly the superior race?"
The man considered it, "not much... my money came from oil and it was the Americans who bought that"
"Fitting that their own greed should be used to fund their downfall" the tool sneered, and he nodded tightly, making a mental note that if the tool survived, he should be punished for daring to interrupt him.
"The blockade on the oil has failed to force the Yankess to bow down, and allow us to assume our rightful place as the bearers of Gods words amongst the stars and now, my reserves of cash are almost at an end"
"Okay...okay... give us what you can, quickly!" he resisted the urge to lean away as the tool began to sport a maniacal insane grin, "and we will make these Yankees bow down. In the name of Allah, we will see to it that the Imperialists and their unholy ways are ended once and for all"
"I shall transfer five million American dollars to the usual accounts as soon as I can contact my account" he bowed slightly, turning to leave, but his tool wasn't finished.
"All of it... you will transfer all of your funds to our accounts you Sunni dog!" annoyed the man turned around, and then took an involuntary step backwards as the hulking, brutish form that had suddenly appeared beside his tool, "Allah has provided us with many tools with which to punish the infidel and these demons are just one of them. You have forgotten your place, you are our fundraiser, you are our tool and you have treated us like we were the tool. Do not think us so stupid as not to have noticed yes, my friend here will 'assist' you in acquiring us the funds we need. You disobey and he will send your soul straight to Allah's Judgement!"
The man tore his eyes from the red skinned, maliciously grinning form of the demon and looked at the fanatic a little fearful. They were the tools, not him! Where had this all got so twisted around?
And how was he to survive this?
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"They push at the cities boundaries everyday" Général de division Leftcourt spoke "we are causing massive casualties amongst their forces, but in time they will win. They control the munitions factories after all, not to mention all the rest of the supplies we need. Whilst the small number of staffs and larger weapons you have been gracious enough to send have made a very real difference, we now control the skies over Paris after all, it's not enough"
Leftcourt sighed, grimacing slightly as the headache that refused to go away, to give him some relief, but once more, he pushed the pain to one side and like a good general should, got on with the job, "My Lord, I serve you faithfully as always and I will do my best to carry out your wishes but I need support! This nish'ta variant you are supplying us with keeps us supplied with warm bodies for the front but we are running out of supplies and out of time"
The dark cloaked figure shown by the small sphere showed no reaction at all as the General spoke, and it wasn't until Leftcourt finished that the being spoke, "you forget your place"
Leftcourt resisted the urge to whimper, but even so, he was forced to wipe his now sweaty palms against his fatigues, but the figure hadn't finished, "I wanted chaos on Earth, I wanted division and I wanted then to distracted by internal threats to worry about us, leaving them ripe for assault. so far you have failed me in that"
Leftcourt started to speak but the being raised his hand, and wisely, he slammed his mouth shut and waited, "but I never expected one such as you to succeed, you were merely the distraction, visible and threatening, and you brought forces to my side, loyal trained soldiers who serve without losing their minds to the nish'ta. Now, you will prepare those soldiers to move, I will send transportation for them and yourself, and you will make sure the city resists with every breath the retaking of Paris, and you must make sure they don't learn that you have left, is that understood?"
"Of Course, my Lord" Leftcourt bowed, knowing that the transmitter would pick up the movement and with a final word from the globe, it went blank, silent.
"Do not disappoint me"
Leftcourt grimaced; it seemed he had a resistance to organise, and an evacuation to prepare. Well, at least the bulk of his staff were loyal to him and were not under the influence of the nish'ta... damned stuff seemed to drop 100 points of everyone's IQ. Pity he had been forced to use it on his otherwise extremely capable second in command
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The two assassins glided away into the night, and with a shudder, the man slipped away through the streets. He hated working with the order, but they were the best out there, even if they did use supernatural means to achieve their goals. Still, they had no problems being used as tools so long as they were well paid and that made up for a lot of their deficiencies, such as their sheer arrogance.
Still, that was only a small part of the plan. He didn't want to defeat his enemies after all, he wanted to break them.
Nothing else would do, nothing else would even come close to what they had allowed to happen to his beautiful, happy daughter.
He had many more pieces to move into place before that day though.
Then he would have his peace, have his control and he would make them save his daughter, whatever the cost.
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"Oh, Good Lord"
"Okay, haven't heard one of those in a while, anything apocalyptic to worry about?"
Giles sighed, the glasses in his hands once again receiving a quick clean as he spoke, "I'm afraid there appears to be a prophecy"
"No worries" Buffy shrugged, "always finding new prophecies and not one has been set post-Sunnydale"
Giles grimaced, "I'm afraid this one is active... and it's apocalyptic"
Buffy sighed, dropping her coke onto the table, "crap"
Giles sighed, reaching for the phone, "Indeed"
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"We have a clear case for imposing sanctions, just for the manner in which they left the UN. Totally in violation of all the established procedures, then we have their illegal deployment of weapons in space, the initiation of a space war, failure to bring us into negotiate a peace and blatant lying to official agencies "
"Lying?" The second asked, his eyebrow raised.
The first snorted, "An enemy that can not be negotiated with? Please, you know as well as I do that there is no such thing. And to say that the Great Pyramids were built as landing platforms for alien warships? Preposterous!"
Second nodded, agreeing, "They cannot be trusted with such power as they now have at their disposal"
First frowned, the look distorting her otherwise pretty and elfin face, "they can not, but nobody had yet managed to force them to see this, and they certainly are not going to give up such awesome power willingly"
"Sanctions will be a start" Second sighed, his hands wrapped around a steaming cup of coffee, "but I doubt it will be enough, they can force the removal of sanctions right now. After all, they have orbital bombardment capabilities"
"And those that have weapons inevitably use them" First commented.
"How many units do we still have?"
"Not enough... but then, they are distracted with the war against France" First mused, "We could always promise the new French Government legitimacy in exchange for assistance against the rogue nations"
"Do you really think the stories of Alien control of Paris and mind control use are true?" Second asked, already knowing the answer.
"Of course not, they just wanted an excuse to invade, they probably arranged the collapse of the government too, warmongers" First commented, disgusted.
Second nodded, "you're most likely correct, my sources within the capital certainly agree with you and frankly I trust them more then I do Britain and America right now"
First nodded, "okay, so who do we send to make contact?"
