Chapter 8
The east end of the continent is a desolate wasteland with only a few outposts for travelers who dare travel out this far into the world. However, this area is unaware of what dwells beneath the crust. For the true purpose of the east is to disguise the location of the Organization's main City and base. At the center of this underground city is a black tower, curved and twisted as to show the Organization's personality. At the top floor of this tower is a briefing room, which also has a small map of the world in it. The room was empty except for one man. He was a man of 35; he wore a black trench coat, with black leather slacks to go with it. His hair was as white as snow, and one of his hands was made of machinery. This was Chrono, the leader of The Organization. He was sitting at the head of the briefing table looking at a screen. On the screen were four people: Arucard, Zoren, Hellsung, and Julius.
"So," Chrono began," give me a status report."
Arucard was first to speak.
"Sir, so far we have complete control over the Chemical Plant Zone of the city. We're currently "persuading" the scientist to help us with our planes."
"But," Julius interrupted," we had a small security breach."
Chrono slammed his fist on the arm of the chair.
"WHAT?! What do you mean a security breach?!"
Hellsung calmly responded," Don't worry, it was a small G.U.N Solder who's job was to patrol the area. He was quickly eliminated by one of our guards, so I doubt he sent any information back to G.U.N HQ."
Chrono seemed to relax a bit. However he still remained stiff.
"Any words about Cid Valentine's whereabouts?"
"None sir," Zoren replied.
"That's enough, I contact you tomorrow to check on phase 2 preparations. Over and out."
Chrono closed the videoconference with a quick press of a button. He slowly got up out his chair and walked toward the window. The Organization City was lit up like the Casino district in the west. Neon lights flashed, the sound of cars zooming down the streets, and the smell of death lingered in the city. Chrono chuckled at his accomplishments and closed the automated blinds.
"Excuse me, master Chrono?"
Chrono turned around to see Polly Cook, his personal secretary. She was a small woman of 25. She wore a white dress, and she held a small personal laptop.
"Yes?"
"Sir," she started," the economic contactors have arrived."
Chrono smiled.
"Good, send them in."
"Right away sir." Polly walked back out to the lobby to order the guest to come into the briefing room. One by one eleven men walked into the room, all had black suits on.
"Welcome Gentlemen! I hope you have enjoyed my fair city."
"Chrono" one of them began," we do thank you for your hospitality, and your city is breathtaking."
"Well I do try, now on to business."
They all took a seat around the table.
"Now we all know that economic opportunity around our world is hard to come by. It seems that most of the big cities are letting some of you take your business into their far cities. However, like most utopias, there's one small crack in our market."
At this moment Chrono pushed a button underneath the table. The center opened up and a small replica of Central City slowly rose up.
"Central City, the capital of the world. This scum of a city denies any foreign business into its grounds, and it also puts limitations on some of your small corporations."
At once some of the businessmen looked worried, some even began to change their breathing.
"However," Chrono continued," if this place were wiped off the map, then your economic situations would improve, and the term Monopoly would no longer be illegal. And as an added bonus, The Organization would take over as the new leaders of this world."
The people begin to shout and raise objections to the idea.
"How would it happen? Have you forgotten about it's air defenses and G.U.N?!
Chrono smiled," just imagine. The abandon Chemical Plant Zone of the city had an unexpected nuclear melt down, the blast would then demolish the city. Then my friends we take over."
He finished his plan with a maniacal laugh. However one businessman stood up.
"Chrono, this is insane!"
"Maybe… but it will work."
"No it won't. The other nations will wonder how an abandoned plant suddenly went online. They will then suspect your work, and they will attack the east!"
"So," Chrono asked," you want out?"
"Yes," the man said quietly.
"I'm sorry, I can't hear you."
"I WANT TO DROP OUT CHRONO!!"
"Fine!"
Chrono then reached for a switch on his chair. When he flicked it, a loud click was heard throughout the room. Then the floor underneath the man opened up and the man fell. His screams could be heard in the room and throughout the city. The hole then closed and Chrono looked around the room.
"So," does anyone else want to drop out?"