The following expressions or talks do NOT express my own opinion. I do NOT like any kind of terrorism or crime as it is described in this story or other stories I have written or will write. What I wrote/ write/ will write is only fictional and I made it all up. It is all based on NCIS tv-series and Alex Rider book series. I do not own anything. What I write here, is a fictional story. (And actually, I have never been in Washington DC before, just wanted to add that.)

I do not own anything. What I write is fictional based on NCIS

Chapter 2

There was a big plasma screen at the wall. All seven people sitting at the long conference table looked at it. The TV switched from CNN to BBC to n-24 and back. They all showed the same horrific pictures of the events early that morning.

The conference room itself was like a usual office, kept in white and grey tones. There was an artificial plant in one edge of the room, at the other two edges on the side of the door, there were standing two bodyguards.

There was a big window that showed the city of Washington DC. It had a direct look on the big column of smoke that was winding up into the air. It was slightly windy outside and the smoke was spread over half of the city and covered it from the sun. Because this building was a bit away from the rests of the museum, the sky was turned red and yellow from the setting sun and black from the smoke.

It was evening, about eight o'clock pm. Therefore all channels brought special shows for the 'Second 9/11' or '9/11 II', how it was already called.

The man at the head of the table turned around to the others. Three people sat on each side.

'As we just could see on TV and', he pointed to the still burning Museum, 'outside this window, our plan has been successful', he said in Italian.

He was obviously from Southern Europe, tan, had dark hair, a three-days-beard, seemed to be around thirty-eight years old, he was muscular, tall and a man you wouldn't like to meet at midnight in any street. Some of the six other people at the table smiled.

'And thanks to our new members we were able to plan this', he nodded to Dr. Medici, Caroline and Katarina who sat on his left side of the table.

'So unfortunately that other members had to leave us for that', he added and the three Italian men on the other side laughed.

'The first step of our plan succeeded', he continued.

'Soon, the Americans will suspect a terroristic organization, perhaps even Al Qaeda, and they will arrest people. They want to show that they are strong and that something like this doesn't bring them down. Those nasty, proud and self-confident Americans', he said with disgust.

The three other members and Dr. Medici laughed.

Caroline and Katarina didn't, they just smiled slightly.

'They want to show, how confident and strong they are. Just listen to their speeches. They can't tackle terrorism by deleting its roots. They have to get deeper than that. And they can't. They don't know anything, those stupid Americans. See what happened with Al Qaeda. The world started to fear them after the attacks eleven years ago. Then, nine years, nothing happened. They vanished but they still were dangerous to the United States and to the world. They were feared but they didn't use the power they had. They just disappeared again. Then the fucking Americans killed their leader.

And what happened? Nothing!

They chose a new one and since that, you haven't heard anything of them.'

The three members on his right side nodded. Dr. Medici laughed looking at the table. He is right, he thought. Caroline and Katarina both looked outside to the burning Museum. Firemen haven't been able to tackle the flames yet. Too much kerosene flowing that enlightened when it wanted. It still was too dangerous to enter the building. The left ruins could collapse any moment and the flames could get higher every second, too.

There was no chance for people who were still in the building, to survive. Death toll rose every minute.

Of course, they had first feared that this attack was too similar to those from 9/11 and therefore wouldn't be taken serious. But then they decided to do it upcoming 11th September and wanted to show that there are still people out there who are enemies to the United States. And that they were stronger than them.

Caroline and Katarina both looked back to the man at the head of the table.

'Now we have the chance to show the people who we are. And that we are there. And that nobody can subdue us and that we do whatever we want to do. Now, nobody can stop us', the man's voice got calmer again.

'We have scared the Americans once more. And nobody knows us. Al Qaeda was known before. We are a new upcoming enemy. We had no name and no identity', he spoke to the three Italian men on his right. 'But then I heard about another criminal organization whose aim is destruction and chaos. Our dear last three members have become a great help to pursue what we are reaching for.

They helped us to get back on our way. In honor of that we cooperate and call ourselves the new organization. Scorpia is rising again and this time, we have more power through cooperation and more possibilities to bring chaos to the world. And then, we can perform our requests. And when we are that far, no state, not even the big and proud Americans, can deny what we ask for.

We can rule the world when we once 'tackle them by their roots' as it was so nicely said by the president of the UN. We as the head, we can bring our little, small crime organization into a sentence together with Al Qaeda and perhaps, we can even grow, collect members who also see the world falling down and people who feel the same will join. Nobody can stop as, as we are the newest Scorpia.

We have a plan and it will succeed. For that, I'm sure', the man said and stood up.

'And now please excuse, I have a world to destroy', he nodded to the members and left the conference room without another word or turning back.

Nobody said a word. Caroline and Katarina continued staring at the table. They both knew that he was a bit megalomaniac. The members started to leave the room and the building with a ten minute interval between each of them. Caroline and Katarina, who left together, were the last ones to leave the room.

They didn't leave the building. They went one floor up to another room that could be out of a James Bond movie. However, Q would have his fun.

'How do you find it?', the boss said when Caroline stepped next to him.

They both looked out of the big window. They watched the world burning. It was getting dark outside, because of the sun and because of the dust. She just reached up and kissed him. He smiled.

'You did great', she told Alessandro Felici, actual head of the new Scorpia organization. They kissed again. Only five meters away Antonio Felici, the one year younger brother of Alessandro, stood together with Katarina, also kissing her.

It would be wrong to say that the sisters always searched the best possibility and were egoistic, no, actually it were the brothers who had wanted them on a double date. The sisters had just agreed to see how it worked.

However, it worked great.

And once again: The opinions and phrases expressed by people in this FanFiction are not necessarily my own opinions. I do not appreciate any kind of terrorism and this story is fictional.

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