Show of power
Fury 1 completed his mission with little to no trouble at all. Once that was done, his team went back to their rooms to rest, while he, went somewhere else.
He typed in a code on a keypad then turned the handle on the door and went inside. The only thing in the room was a circular table with three chairs placed around. He took his seat in one followed by the door opening so that another man could enter.
Dressed in a suit on top of which was a hastily worn lab coat, the second man entered the room then took his seat. The two greeted each other like a pair of colleagues would before Fury 1 spoke
"And where pray tell is our illustrious leader?" spoke he in a southern accent, indicative of where he grew up.
"Probably busy dealing with all his adoring fans," replied the man, sarcastically
Just then they saw the projection on the third seat form, showing the final member required to start the meeting.
"Sorry for being a little late," the projection said, in an apologetic tone.
"Let me guess," spoke the man "popularity becoming too much for you?"
"Nothing like that," the projection spoke with a light chuckle then turned to Fury 1 "how'd the mission go?"
"Well I would like to say that the furies and I managed splendidly but we would have run into some problems had it not been for our 'guardian angel'," Fury 1 replied.
"That aside," spoke the man in the lab coat "trends are rising higher than we earlier anticipated. At this rate it won't be long before people start asking questions."
"Then it's a good thing Fury 1 completed his mission in time," said the projection, tapping his fingers and looking like he was contemplating something "how soon can we expect it to happen?"
Fury 1 and the man in the lab coat exchanged glances at each other before the man in the coat said "Friday."
"Very well, then I'd better start laying the foundation here."
With nothing else to say, the trio concluded their meeting.
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"You're telling me that the most powerful intelligence gathering agency on the planet," barked Harry to Caroline, in the confines of his office "with operations spanning the globe and enough shit on politicians to fill a small country cannot find any trace of the attack?"
"Unfortunately that is correct," Carol replied in a defeated tone. "Right now we're still struggling to understand the attacker's M.O."
"Elaborate."
"For starters it is clear that the attackers are an anti-government as the places they've hit are government facilities like power stations, defense firms etc. The skill they have also tells us that our enemy is well trained in Black Ops. However there in lies the problem,"
"Normally types that fit this description are known for leaving a trail of bodies in their wake, so the fact they're using non-lethal methods makes no sense," Carol concluded.
"What about a higher power?" Harry asked "surely you must have thought that this team is funded by a private force?"
"It's the same problem. Why use non-lethal when instead it'd be easier to kill them? Also the attacks are happening all across the globe. If it were localized to a single country then we'd be able to narrow down the list of enemies but everyone's a target here."
"Find whatever information you can on this Carol," Harry said, authoritatively as he got up from his chair and straightened out his clothes "the chief of staff is breathing down my neck, looking for answers."
Caroline nodded, then turned around heading to the door. She nearly took a step outside but stopped then turned around and asked "By the way Harry, do we have any plans for dealing with The Order?"
"Those hippies preaching about peace and love?" Harry asked with a laugh "they're not worth our time or concern. But if you must know, Senator McMillan will be dealing with them shortly. By tonight, The Order will be nothing more than a punchline."
Caroline nodded then headed to her office. As she headed back she recollected the information she had on the Senator. While many politicians on Capitol hill were good at throwing mud on their opponents, this guy was the one who wrote the book on mud slinging in the 22nd century. Attacking his enemies on a physical and digital front through methods that were undeniably illegal, political careers are destroyed in seconds under McMillan's foot. As much as it terrified her to imagine the destruction that was about to fall on The Order and all that were a part of it, she honestly wanted to see it happen.
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Carol finished her work then drove home to find that she had arrived three hours earlier than usual.
"You're home early," David said in surprise on seeing her.
"Nothing much to do over there so I clocked out," she said, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek "want me to go pick up Danica?"
"Hon, I don't think Dani wants you anywhere near her school after what happened to Riley," David countered, while pouring her a cup of coffee.
"It's not my fault for what happened to that punk," Carol said dismissively "that pervert got what he deserved for trying to feel up Dani."
"Uh-huh," said the husband, not entirely convinced. "Either way, I'll go and pick her up like usual. You stay here and relax, not often you get to come home three hours early."
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Time flew by and it was now dinner. The family sat down to have the pasta Carol made in her free time. Once that was finished, Danica excused herself, heading upstairs to do some studying, David was cleaning the dishes while Carol sat in the hall with the T.V on.
Though she made it a point to stay away from it, tonight she was interested to see The Order's rally and watch the Senator's tactics play out. She finally found the channel that was broadcasting the rally.
The leader came up on stage and started preaching once again about peace and understanding. Carol automatically tuned those words out, her attention was drawn to the group of people who were making their way through the crowds. Considering the looks on their faces and how none of them seemed as enthralled as the rest of the crowd was, she knew that these were McMillan's men.
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"Brothers, sisters," the Leader spoke, in an effort to keep the crowds from attacking the new arrivals "Let us not forget that all are welcome here."
"Yeah, yeah spare me the sanctimonious preaching," said one man, waving his hand dismissively. "We didn't come here to take part in your bullshit, we're here to expose you for the fraud you are."
The crowds around the man and the people he came with started growing restless at those words. The Leader simply raised his hands up and everyone remained silent.
"This is not the first time that someone has come here, questioning our faith," spoke he with a calmness in his voice "and it will not be the last."
"You preach about peace and understanding, claiming to be the envoy of yet another almighty being," spoke the man, while the others circled him, keeping the crowds at a moderate distance.
"Yet for all your talk you have yet to prove the most basic rule of any religion; the proof."
"Look around you," replied the leader, his arms open and gestured to the crowd that gathered here "everyone that you see here are lost sheep. They are people who fell down at some point in their life and no one bothered to pick them up. The rest of the world looked at them and ignored their cries but I will not."
"I'm not talking about the mindless drones that are here," spat the man, but this time the crowds did not react. They quietly let him continue, almost as if their belief in The Order was simply unshakeable.
"I'm talking about your so called Goddess," said the man with a smile "every other religion has proven the existence of their God or their diety, yet here you are talking about someone that could be just smoke and mirrors. Where is the proof this Goddess exists?"
"While I will admit that she has only spoken to me recently, she does indeed exist. And if it is proof you require.."
"I ask the thousands in attendance and the millions watching at home, join your hands and pray with me," declared The Leader.
"Almighty Goddess, this humble servant on bended knees asks for a simple display of your power."
"Turn off the lights."
And thus the world went dark