Family Meeting
The Bastion, Antarctica
"The first plane has arrived," Ethan informed her while she watched a screen displaying several news stations from various countries. It was a hobby of hers, seeing the effect of EXALT influence at work. Suppressing news was far less complicated than people realized; it was less about directly suppressing news as much as promoting unrelated or unimportant content. Get enough people talking about something trivial, and they would forget anything else important.
True, sometimes direct intervention was necessary, and much larger news required it. But Saudia has always considered it something of a…personal failing if that happened when it could have been avoided. Often times, it meant that someone had to die and that was a shame. It wasn't the journalist's fault that they'd stumbled on a covert EXALT op or were intelligent enough to make draw some conclusions. But unfortunately, they had no choice if secrecy was to be maintained.
She shook her head and shut off the screen and turned to face Ethan, who was in his dress uniform as well, minus the bandana which hung around his neck. "You know who it is?" She asked, tugging on the collar of her own uniform.
Ethan gave a grim smile. "Hasina."
"Ah." She had an…amicable relationship with her sister and now head of the Vyandar family. Even when growing up, they'd had quite a few fundamental disagreements. Disagreements that hadn't dissipated with time.
Still, she was family and that would never change. But Saudia saw no reason to change her opinions simply because her sister was now the head of her family. Well, by now she knew which topics to avoid with her, though there was no guarantee Hasina would be so willing to keep it strictly business. Hasina took her responsibilities to her family seriously.
Too seriously, if she was being honest. Hasina had a tendency to put the good of the Vyandar family ahead of EXALT and while she completely understood the motivation, it simply wasn't acceptable.
Her interventions over the years hadn't really improved relations.
"Should I hide?" Ethan asked, his lips twitching as he suppressed a grin. For some reason, he found the whole situation he was in rather amusing. Something she was extremely grateful for. Much as he was justified, going off on Hasina wouldn't exactly help things.
"Absolutely not," she told him. "If she had a problem, she'll just have to deal with it."
"I'll let you do the talking" he promised with a deferential nod.
She smiled and brushed her hair back with a gloved hand. "Excellent," she gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "Let's get to the hangar."
Ethan grinned and pulled the bandanna over his mouth and motioned to the door with his hand. "After you, Director." She obliged and both of them walked out the door into the ornate hallway.
A lush red carpet lined the tiled hallway and crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling in a row. The tables held expensive vases and other elaborate conversation pieces. The whole of the Bastion was a demonstration of wealth and power, much of which she found to be going a little overboard. As far as she knew, it had always been like this, updated through the times of course, and upon initially taking the role of Director, she'd considered removing most of the excess furnishings in favor of more practical arrangements.
But in the end, she'd left it as it was. She wondered how many before her had come to the same conclusion, it wasn't the furnishing themselves that were important. Rather, it was the implication and demonstration of wealth and power that were most important. It reinforced the image of EXALT being superior and unstoppable to the personnel and soldiers employed and conveyed the same to their allies and enemies, as well as fear or wariness.
Even the alien had been impressed. At least from what she could tell from his expressions, assuming that that creature even knew what human emotions he was imitating. "Do you have times when each of them is to arrive?" Saudia asked Ethan as they walked, preparing for a mentally exhausting day. If it was possible, she wanted to speak to the Heads of the Families before the meeting, which might or might not be possible depending on how soon they showed up.
"Matthew and Zara are about a half-hour out, at least according to their departure times," Ethan answered, slowly as to emphasize that it wasn't final. No need, really. She knew that EXALT personnel planes were notoriously difficult to detect with EXALT scanners, and impossible with normal equipment. Not to mention the Antarctic weather was never ideal. Still, she'd take that over the risk of some country detecting suspicious aircraft heading towards the Bastion.
As such, the most accurate way to determine when one of the planes was to arrive was based on the departure time. They'd established a baseline long ago and had since been using it for purposes of scheduling, though Saudia always allowed at least an extra fifteen minutes to account for bad weather.
"And the rest?" She asked while she opened one of the carved wooden doors.
"Diguon and Elizabeth are about forty minutes out," Ethan recalled. "Darian is closer to an hour."
She sighed. "I hope he has a good reason for the delay."
"He didn't provide one," Ethan shrugged. "But something probably came up. He's not overseeing the most stable of continents."
She nodded. That was most certainly true. Not to mention the Eridan family was the second smallest after the Venator family. They did excellent work, as expected, but the lower number of personnel did mean that intervention took longer than usual. The realities of overseeing one of the more troublesome continents. After overseeing Africa for a few years, she could sympathize.
"My uniform alright?" She asked Ethan as they approached the hangar door. She paused and Ethan reached over and adjusted her ceremonial cape.
"There, perfect," he complimented, stepping back. "All ready."
She sighed. "I can't believe I'm wearing this thing again."
"Hey," Ethan chided humorously. "I'm not complaining."
"Shut up." Saudia responded as she opened the hangar door and walked inside.
EXALT had no air force, and thus didn't have a large hangar. There was one of the transport planes, her personal one, but literally nothing else. The only regular usage came from the weekly supply transport carrying fuel, supplies and food. Visitors were rare; rare enough not to warrant an expansion of the hangar.
It would be more crowded than usual, but each family plane should be able to dock without problems. Her arrival was good timing on her part; Hasina was just disembarking the plane now, flanked by three Vyandar EXALT soldiers.
Hasina herself wore the traditional uniform of the Head of the Vyandar family which was by far the least ceremonial of all the uniforms within EXALT. Leather boots, sand-blasted pants, gloves and long sleeve shirt covered by a forest green shawl. Both the EXALT and Vyandar emblems were embroidered on opposite sleeves and she wore the tribal necklace that had been passed down to each head of the Vyandar family.
It was quite easy to tell they were related. Hasina's face was a bit rounder and her black skin a touch lighter than her own, but they were nearly identical in every way else. Unlike her, Hasina kept her hair moderately short; the raven locks barely falling past her ears. Her hands were clasped in front of her and she didn't look entirely pleased.
Then again, she'd always been a serious woman. Much like Saudia.
The soldiers with her, one man and two women, were clearly native to Africa as well. Even if Saudia hadn't noticed their forest green bandannas, she could tell simply from their skin, features and demeanor. They held automatic weapons at the ready with a pistol strapped to each of their legs. Their attire was similar to Hasina's, though far bulkier, likely due to the body armor underneath.
Hasina said something to the male soldier, and seeing how he took the two women and walked away, she assumed he'd been told to leave. She'd probably done that in the hopes that she'd order Ethan to leave as well. How unfortunate for her.
"[Saudia,]" she greeted neutrally in Swahili, with an incline of her head. "[Glad to see you.]"
Saudia smiled, stepped forward and embraced her. Hasina seemed surprised at first, but then returned the embrace. Despite their differences, they were sisters and she'd never forget that. "[Sister,]" she murmured. "[It's been too long.]"
They stepped back and Hasina gave a small smile. "[That it has,]" she responded wryly. "[Though we've both been…busy.]"
Saudia gave a grin. "[That we have.]"
Hasina glanced over at Ethan and barely inclined her head in his direction. "Ethan," she acknowledged, now in English. "Doing everything to keep her alive, I assume?"
He nodded stoically. "Of course, Lady Vyandar."
"Good." Returning her attention to Saudia, she also reverted back to Swahili. "[There are some things we need to discuss before the meeting.]"
"[Business or family?]" Saudia asked.
She twitched her lips. "[Family.]"
Saudia nodded and motioned that they should walk. Hasina fell into step beside her and Ethan trailed behind. "[What news do you have?]" Saudia asked curiously. Despite being the Director, she didn't feel the need to interfere or pry in the internal affairs of the families, including her own. She would only intervene if their disputes or issues began having an adverse effect on EXALT as a whole. Still, she disliked being out of the loop, even if it was self-imposed.
Hasina indicated Ethan behind her. "[I'd rather he not be here. This should only be discussed with members of the family.]"
And just like that Hasina couldn't resist making comments like that. Saudia pursed her lips. "[He's my husband.]"
Hasina's face hardened. "[As your sister, I ask you to do this.]"
Fine. She didn't want to argue to Hasina now, not before the meeting. But she'd have to have a discussion about her blatant disrespect soon. After years of putting up with it, it was getting old. Still, she turned toward Ethan. "Could you assemble the soldiers? I want them ready when the rest get here."
Luckily Ethan knew exactly what was up and didn't dispute her at all, for which she was grateful. "Of course, Director. They'll be ready within ten minutes." With that he saluted her and began walking off until she grabbed his arm.
"Thank you," she told him, conveying her gratitude through her eyes. He appeared to understand and gently removed her hand and walked off to fulfill his orders. She turned back to Hasina who was looking at her with a raised eyebrow.
"[You do know I'll be telling him everything later,]" she warned Hasina as they resumed walking. "[We don't keep secrets.]"
"Hmm," Hasina muttered. "[That is your decision, sister. But I will not be responsible for an outsider learning of it.]"
Even normally she wasn't this callous. Something must have happened. Something that was upsetting her. "[How is everyone?]" Saudia asked.
Hasina shrugged. "[Mother is fine, the grandparents are as well. Everyone else is managing perfectly fine. Operation outputs have increased by five percent. Mostly thanks to Father's advice.]"
Saudia nodded. Father was a genius at managing the multiple refining, drilling and extracting operations they managed. EXALT owed much of their current wealth to him and she was certain Hasina would continue his work, especially if he was advising her.
"[That's excellent,]" she complemented. "[You should be proud.]"
Hasina twitched her lips. "[Perhaps. I suppose I'll feel more confident when I'm not relying on him for advice.]"
Saudia snorted. "[It took him decades to learn what he did. You've only been doing this four years. Don't feel guilty relying on him.]"
Hasina took a deep breath. "[Father is sick.]"
Saudia blinked and stopped walking, a wave of sadness washing over her. "[Ah,]" she managed. "[It happened.]"
"[Yes,]" Hasina confirmed sadly. "[I suppose the warnings were accurate.]"
"[When did you know?]" Saudia demanded.
"[A few days ago,]" Hasina answered with a wave of her hand. "[I would have told you…but you were dealing with the aliens and when you called for a meeting I figured I might as well wait to tell you in person.]"
"[Thank you,]" Saudia told her sincerely. "[You did the right thing.]" They were both silent for a few minutes. "[How long?]"
"[At least six months,]" Hasina answered wearily, her eyes unfocused towards the wall. "[At most a year, though treatment might help extend it. I'll be talking with Darian to see if he can take a look.]"
Saudia nodded. That was a sound plan. The Eridan Family provided nearly all of EXALT's chemical, medical and pharmaceutical needs and development. If anyone was able to help, Darian certainly would. Still, it would only delay the inevitable.
"[He'll be more than willing to help,]" Saudia reassured her, resting a hand on her shoulder. "[Darian knows what he's done for EXALT.]"
"[I know,]" Hasina sighed. "[But…I still have so much more to learn from him…I'm worried. And I know things are only going to get harder in the next few months.]"
"[Hey,]" Saudia told her firmly, looking her in the eye. "[You've done well so far, and no, it wasn't just because of Father. Do you really think he'd have approved you taking over if he wasn't sure you could do it?]"
"[No,]" Hasina admitted, a touch of bitterness in her voice. "[But then again, I wasn't his first choice, was I?]"
"[The order doesn't matter,]" Saudia insisted. "[Both of us know it's because I was the eldest. Had it been reversed it would have been you instead.]"
Hasina pursed her lips. "[I suppose we'll never know.]"
There was another long silence between them. "[I'll make arrangements to visit,]" Saudia promised. "[After the meeting, I'm sure I'll have to visit you officially anyway.]"
Hasina's face softened. "[Good.]"
They were interrupted by the sound of the hangar opening and another plane rolling inside. All EXALT planes were exact copies and bore no distinguishing emblems or marks so Saudia didn't know who had actually arrived. A few seconds after the first plane rolled inside another one followed
"[Here they come,]" Hasina commented. "[Guesses on who?]"
"[Probably Matthew and Zara,]" Saudia assumed, eyeing the planes as they moved to park. "[Unless the others made up serious time.]"
"[Zara,]" Hasina grimaced. "[Wonderful.]"
Saudia suppressed a sigh and began walking towards the first plane that had arrived, Hasina close behind her. She smiled when she saw who it was. Matthew, Head of the Solaris family and Overseer of North America, walked down the steps with two Solaris EXALT soldiers behind him. Dressed in an unremarkable American black business suit, the only indications of his loyalty and rank was the EXALT emblem embroidered in silver thread on the pocket. The Solaris emblem was a golden pin attached to the suit. She supposed he had no reason to hide it since it was displayed around America anyways.
His soldiers were dressed almost identically with the only major difference besides their navy blue bandannas were the black leather gloves they wore in comparison to Matthew who didn't wear any. He smiled as he noticed them approaching and motioned his soldiers to stay put.
"Saudia!" He greeted while he strode up to them. She probably should have reminded him of her position, but seeing as no one else was around, she didn't see the need too.
"Matthew," she returned, giving him a quick hug. "It's been too long."
He chuckled. "Probably. But not much we can do about that. The world isn't going to change itself!"
"True," Saudia agreed with a nod. Matthew turned his attention to Hasina.
"Greetings to you as well, Lady Vyandar," he said, inclining his head in a gesture of respect. "A pleasure to see you again."
Hasina nodded in return, but little else. "The feeling is mutual, Mr. Solaris."
He smirked. "Formal as ever. I can respect that."
"I presume things are proceeding as planned?" Saudia asked. She knew most details of what operations he was conducting in North America. But her other responsibilities left little time to directly oversee them.
He grew quite serious, surprising her. He scratched his golden beard. "Yes…" he began hesitantly. "Canada and Mexico operations are proceeding extremely well. The United States…there are some things we need to discuss."
She frowned. "Nothing bad," he quickly amended, raising a palm. "But…well, things are a lot more volatile than I anticipated. We have a major opportunity here and I won't move forward without your approval."
Really? Well that was intriguing. Matthew had her trust and he knew it. For him to still want her permission meant it was big. "When you say major opportunity, you mean…?"
He gave a small grin. "I mean that if we play our cards right, we have a chance to control the United States."
Even Hasina raised her eyebrow at that. "Well," Saudia finally said. "We'll have to speak after the meeting."
"Without a doubt," He agreed with a nod. "Though this should be discussed at Solaris Industries proper." Looking past her he arched his eyebrow. "It seems Lady Venator has arrived."
Saudia turned to see Zara with half a dozen Venator EXALT soldiers behind her. "I'll greet her," she said, looking back at them. "Both of you are free to head to the meeting room. I presume you know the one?"
Both of them nodded and began heading further inside the Bastion. Saudia turned and began approaching the entourage. The amount of soldiers Zara had brought with her seemed like overkill, but it was too expected with the family responsible for the vast majority of their military power.
Zara Venator, Overseer of Australia, was not who was normally envisioned to be a soldier, let alone the head of a family of soldiers. Just taller than five and a half feet, it was almost comical how much Saudia towered over her. But looking beyond her height, Zara was likely the most dangerous soldier in EXALT. If one thing could be said about the Venator family, it was that they never picked anyone unqualified. Zara had trained for this position since birth and had earned her position, despite the disadvantages she likely faced.
Her face was a mess of scars, like essentially every Venator family head. They had a tendency to be reckless and get involved far more than anyone else. Not to mention at least half the scars were probably from training. Her brown hair was also cut short, like most of the women in the Venator family. Despite that, she had an oddly childish face offset by the most striking blue eyes she'd ever seen. Zara was a woman who left no ambiguity. You knew exactly where you stood with her just by looking at her.
The Venator family had no dress uniforms. No matter the situation, they always wore full combat attire and no less than two weapons. Their dull silver body armor covered the padding underneath and their arms and legs were similarly covered; with silver plates covering everything but the joints, which were reinforced by additional Kevlar padding. Venator soldiers were also afforded more levity when customizing their armor; Saudia saw symbols, names and other likely personal things painted, spray-painted or attached to the armor on the soldiers.
Another major difference with Venator soldiers that each of them wore a ceremonial cape similar to her own on their left shoulder in addition to their orange bandannas. A dark orange cape with the Venator emblem embroidered in silver. It was a symbol of their status as the elite soldiers within EXALT and no other family saw cause of dispute it.
Zara hadn't added anything to her own armor aside for the EXALT emblem emblazoned on her upper right chest in black. She extended her hand as Saudia approached which Saudia took. The grip was firm but not overly hard, indicating Zara retained at least some finesse. "Director," she greeted firmly, with a deferential nod. "A pleasure to see you again."
"You too, Zara," she responded. The Venator family was notorious with who they wholeheartedly supported. Paradoxically, Saudia considered them the most loyal of all the families, despite their issues. They supported the ideals and goals of EXALT without question and each of them was willing to die for the cause. That same loyalty didn't extend to people and if the Venator family had issues with anyone, they were made known and they would flatly refuse to work, intervene or take orders from them unless pressured by the rest of the families or some agreement was arranged.
It even extended to the position of Director. If they disapproved of the direction of EXALT, they would make their opinion known, albeit more subtly and were more susceptible to pressure from the families. Despite that, it was very rare for things to get that bad and Saudia had nothing to worry about in any case. The Venator family was one of her strongest allies, most likely due to her completing the Gauntlet, a grueling multi-staged trial only the most elite of EXALT even finished completely. She knew that feat alone had gained the respect of Zara.
"I see you didn't skimp on a detail," Saudia noted wryly glancing at the six men and woman behind Zara. "Expecting trouble?"
"Always," Zara agreed, albeit somewhat in self-deprecation. "You'll thank me if something happens."
Saudia raised an eyebrow. "At the Bastion? You do know I already have soldiers here. Some of yours too, I might add."
"Maybe I just want to feel protected," she joked sarcastically. "Not all of us have Ethan looking out for them."
Saudia chuckled and Zara joined in. It was something of an inside joke between them now. Zara had been rather interested in him when he'd first arrived to EXALT and had attempted to choose him as her husband. Ethan had been flattered and somewhat confused, but had ultimately turned her down. Saudia had asked why once and he'd said she was too "hotheaded and impulsive."
Fortunately Zara hadn't been offended and had even congratulated him when he and Saudia had married. Though she hadn't exactly let him off the hook; in her own form of revenge, she usually flirted with him several times, making him very uncomfortable.
Saudia shook her head and grew more serious. "Really, I think you're just hoping something will happen."
"Boom," Zara agreed dramatically. "You are a smart woman. Seriously though, what's the point of an army if you never use them? My soldiers are bored of training exercises and frankly, so am I."
"You know my stance," Saudia reminded her. "Military intervention as a last resort."
"Yeah, yeah," Zara waved a hand dismissively. "You and your pacifistic nature. Just saying we could get a lot more done if we became more involved. Beyond all the talking, bribing, persuading and politics." The last word she almost spat out.
"Well, I think you'll be happy with my plans," Saudia promised. "Like it or not, we're going to begin the final phase. And your soldiers will be essential in its execution."
Zara clasped her hands behind her back and gave a wide smile. "Now that I'm looking forward too."
Saudia nodded. "The ones who've arrived are heading in. You may join them when ready."
"Excellent," Zara turned on her heel and her soldiers fell into step behind her. Before she began walking, she looked back at Saudia. "Solaris is here, correct?"
Saudia nodded. "Yes."
"Ah, excellent. I want to know if that new rifle prototype is ready for manufacturing."
"He's speaking with Hasina now," Saudia added. "But you should have enough time before the others show up."
"Good to know. Thanks, Director." With that Zara marched off, entourage behind her.
Privately, Saudia wondered how long she'd last when the fighting actually started. The Head of the Venator family was a little different than the rest of the families. They were considered the "tip of the spear," so to speak. Meaning that they often were involved in combat missions and operations. This tended to result in rather abrupt deaths when the Head was killed in combat. They still oversaw the major operations within Australia, but since it was a small continent and the family primarily focused on training soldiers, there was quite a bit of freedom in the role.
To date, the longest any Head of the Venator family had survived was twelve years. Not a single one had ever survived to pass on the mantle to his or her children. Luckily, there was never a shortage of willing soldiers to take the position. The Venator family was also quite aware of the high death rate and whenever a new head was chosen, a successor was also chosen as quickly as possible for the smoothest transition possible.
Zara had been serving nearly five years. Saudia estimated she'd probably last another five but not much more than that. Well, what would happen would happen, little she could do to change that. She checked her watched and waited for the rest of the planes to arrive.
The Bastion, Overlook of the Wasteland
The meeting room was a plain and bare room lit by soft white lights. But what it did offer was a beautiful view of the Antarctic wasteland. Saudia found it soothing, especially during the frequent snowstorms and it was one of the only places in the Bastion that didn't include extravagant furnishing.
There was one small wooden round table with seven seats, one for each family head and one for the Director. No one else was allowed, though none were specifically forbidden from sharing what transpired. They were all professionals who knew who to share with and how much. There had never been any information leaks from the Bastion, proof enough for her to permit the heads to share with specific people.
The table could also be used as a holotable if needed, and she fully intended to utilize that feature during the meeting. Everyone had arrived and were now seated before here waiting for her to begin. Beside here were Hasina and Matthew; beside them were Elizabeth, Head of the Falka family and Overseer of Europe and Diguon, Head of the Mercado family and Overseer of Asia respectively. And opposite her were Zara and Darian, Head of the Eridan family and Overseer of South America.
Time to begin. Saudia rested her fingertips on the table. "Thank you all for responding so quickly. I understand recent events have increased our workload, but I'm grateful regardless."
"No need, Director," Matthew dismissed with an easy wave of his hand. "Each of us know this isn't an ordinary meeting."
"I couldn't agree more," Saudia nodded. "Each of you know why we're here so I'll not waste more time. My meeting with the alien representative proceeded without incident and we have established an alliance. We will officially work with them to destroy XCOM and subvert the countries into accepting alien rule."
From the knowing and smug smiles around the room, they clearly hadn't missed her usage of the word officially. "In return they will provide us with their technology, weaponry and knowledge to use as we will."
"Oddly trusting of them," Matthew commented, stroking his beard thoughtfully. "I can understand establishing an alliance, but to provide us with all that immediately? They have no guarantee we won't just take the tech and abandon them."
"Fear," Zara stated with a grim smile. "They believe they can intimidate us into submission simply because they are more advanced. That is their guarantee. They are arrogant enough to believe their very presence is a deterrent."
"Relying on fear works to a point," Elizabeth commented, tapping on the clipboard she always carried with her. "But the aliens have to know we will reach a point that equals their own eventually. I've studied their tactics as much as possible. They are not without subtlety or guile. Their own operations in Germany proved they can also run an intelligence operation."
Matthews's lips twitched. "A very poorly run intelligence operation, but sure."
Elizabeth wasn't dissuaded. "That was their first attempt at something like this. The point is that they'll learn from this. Just look at the progression of the thin men. The first ones deployed were crude and experimental. Their latest ones would fit into a population seamlessly."
Diguon pursed his lips. "I have noticed the same thing," he said, his heavily accented voice a sharp contrast to the rest of the room. "That particular issue needs to be addressed."
"It will," Saudia promised. "But returning to the original point; I agree with Matthew in that they likely assume the threat of our destruction will subdue us. But I also think that they would be perfectly fine if we stayed loyal to them. Furthermore, we have something they want that they've apparently been unable to reproduce."
"Which is?" Zara prodded.
"Human psionics," Saudia answered. "They have an interest in them, for what reasons, I'm not sure."
"I can think of a few," Darian commented thoughtfully, leaning back in his chair. "They have the technology for cloning. It might be beneficial for them to clone an army of human psionics."
"I don't think we know enough about psionics to make that kind of prediction," Matthew cautioned. "We don't even know if it's genetic or not."
"I think it's a much simpler motive," Diguon interjected, adjusting his glasses. "XCOM will eventually develop a human psionic themselves. The longer the aliens drag out this war, the more inevitable it becomes. If they were to discover a way to mitigate or prevent humans from becoming psionic, then they would have removed what is arguably humanity's strongest weapons against them."
"I get the feeling there is a suggestion there," Saudia commented, a little sarcastically. "Go ahead."
"Very well," Diguon leaned forward intently. "Are the aliens requesting our psionic subjects now?"
Saudia shook her head. "Not yet. But I've told them we will turn some over once they've been studied more."
"We should not," Diguon stated bluntly. "The aliens are simply a means to an end. When Earth burns, we must have a fighting chance to reclaim it. I fear providing the aliens with our psionic subjects will only hinder that goal."
"I don't think any of us are in disagreement on that," Hasina pointed out ruefully. "But you would have to admit it would look suspicious if we refused to hand over any psionic subjects."
"Hasina is right," Matthew nodded. "I don't like it either, but for now we must maintain the illusion of cooperation. But play our cards right and we can make it difficult for them."
"While we're on this subject," Darian interrupted, curiosity tinging his voice. "How goes our own studies on the subjects?"
"We're trying to pinpoint similarities between the patients in the hopes that will allow us to determine why they survived the Catalyst drug," Saudia explained. "The Bastion scientists are having trouble finding the exact genetic markers, but I suspect they will within a few weeks. In terms of abilities displayed…" Saudia paused. "Subjects One through Three are demonstrating minor psionic abilities. Flashes of purple smokes, minor telekinetic abilities and complaints of 'voices.'"
"And subject Four?" Darian asked.
"Subject Four is…volatile," Saudia admitted. "She reacted violently to the initial awakening and she doesn't appear to have any control of her abilities. We are unsure if this means she is more powerful, or is simply having a different reaction."
"Interesting," Darian mused. "If possible, I'd like to have some of my people join this project. I would particularly appreciate it if several subjects were sent to me. This is an ample opportunity to create defenses against psionic abilities."
"Not possible at this time," Saudia shook her head. "Your people are certainly welcome, but we simply have too few subjects to move around. Once we refine the process, you will receive your subjects. Until then, we must first understand psionics."
"Perhaps the aliens could help?" Hasina suggested, looking at Saudia.
"Considering they want our psionic subjects, I somehow doubt they'll be able to provide any help." Elizabeth reminded her. "At least with humans."
"I agree," Saudia nodded. "Besides, I'd prefer to keep our internal operations secret from the aliens." Saudia turned her attention back to the table. "Now, they've followed through on their promise and send a substantial amount of their technology to the Bastion. I've split the contents into three sections; Weapons, biological and chemical substances, and equipment."
"Is it legitimate?" Matthew questioned. "You sure we aren't receiving doctored supplies?"
"I can guarantee the weapons are authentic," Saudia confirmed. "The equipment appears to be functioning as well. As for the substances…we can't say for certain until closer inspections. But we don't have a reason to believe differently since the rest of the tech appears genuine."
"Very well," Diguon conceded, steepling his fingers. "If the aliens have deceived us in any way, my people will discover it."
"I expect nothing less." Saudia reached down and tapped on of the buttons on the tables. Blue lights around the edge flared and the holographic image of several plasma weapons and components appeared. "The aliens have provided us with five "unbound" plasma rifles and two rifles that have been dismantled for us to research on a more intimate scale."
"Unbound?" Matthew asked.
"Each weapon is bound to the alien wielding it," Saudia explained. "From preliminary examination, it appears to be DNA based. After bonding, the weapon will self-destruct if someone other than the owner wields it."
"Smart," Matthew nodded approvingly. "Keeps the tech out of enemy hands well."
"Yes," Saudia agreed. "Matthew, you'll be in charge of the weapons research. I'll also expect you to coordinate with Diguon's people since these operate on more complex technology."
"Sounds like a plan," Matthew looked over at Diguon. "I'll send you everything once we gain some more concrete data."
"Diguon, you'll oversee the equipment we've received," Saudia informed, directing her attention towards him. "It appears to consist of computers and scanning devices. Your specialty, correct?"
Diguon smiled. "Yes. We'll begin work as soon as we receive them."
"Excellent." Saudia looked at Darian. "And what is probably no surprise, you'll be overseeing the alien substances. From what the Bastion researchers have told me, this will allow us to finally begin implementing true genetic modification."
"Truly?" his eyebrows shot up. "If that's the case, I suppose I should begin acquiring more test subjects."
"That might take time," Diguon warned, eyebrows furrowing. "It took us a significant amount of time to acquire the subjects for the psionic experiment."
Saudia held up a hand. "Not an issue. The aliens are willing to provide us subjects from their own stores of subjects."
"Excellent," Darian nodded, sounding more excited for the first time in months. "It'll be nice to not have constraints."
"The Bastion will retain at least a portion of the alien technology," Saudia informed them. "However our primary focus will be on psionic testing. I expect frequent updates documenting your progress and it goes without saying that each family will receive the same updates I do. Understood?"
"Understood, Director." Matthew answered, speaking for the rest of them.
"Excellent." Saudia shut off the holodisplay. "Now onto the state of the world. We can all assume it's changed significantly since our last meeting. Darian, you first."
Darian nodded. "It's really changed surprisingly little. The majority of the populace is more concerned about their next meal instead of being abducted. We still retain a limited amount of influence over the major countries, especially Brazil, Argentina and Colombia but I'm holding off advancing my agents."
Hasina frowned. "Why?"
"Because while the populace is unaware, or unable to act upon the almost blatant corruption in the governments, others aren't so fooled," Darian answered, sounding almost amused. "There are several high-profile foreign journalists beginning to uncover the extent of the corruption. I've helped them in various ways and I expect when all's said and done, nearly all of the major governments will be implicated in the highest profile scandal in years. Allowing the opportunity for some new people to assume leadership."
"People I'm assuming you've chosen," Saudia supposed, resting her arms on the table.
Darian inclined his head humbly. "With the help of dear Lady Falka, our people will have influence over every facet of the major South American countries."
Zara snorted. "You have two major problems with this: One, while the South American populace might not care about the aliens, everyone else does. Who's really going to care? Two: You really think they're just going to step down once implicated when they have control of the military?"
"Don't worry Zara," Darian promised soothingly, causing her to flush. "I've taken care of it. Quite honestly, you're right. But the point of the entire expose, beyond us taking control, is to turn the military against the governments. A feat that should be quite easy when the ordinary soldier sees how the ones they serve carelessly waste military lives and spend their days in mansions without a care in the world."
He leaned forward, a wry grin on his face. "Soldiers are predictable. Present company excluded of course. I'm a psychologist, and furthermore, I've been to Brazil, Venezuela and Colombia. I've spoken to the common soldier and trust me, I know what it will take to persuade them. Combined with the riots that will follow, the soldiers will feel obligated to take their country back not out of greed, bribery or corruption, but because they believe they are doing the right thing."
He leaned back again, in clear self-satisfaction. "And no amount of pleas, warnings or money will deter someone with that mindset. You have little to worry about, Zara."
Saudia was personally impressed things were proceeding so smoothly. Darian had approached her about this months ago and she'd agreed on the assumption that he would do his best to ensure it was a mostly bloodless coup. And so far, it seemed a distinct possibility that EXALT would soon extend their reach over South America proper. Once the major countries were under their influence, the rest would eventually fall into line.
"Excellent work," she congratulated with a nod of respect. "You've done well. You next, Matthew."
"With pleasure," He answered with a smile. "For starters, Solaris Industries is now officially the largest weapons manufacturer in the United States. As a direct consequence, we now have a legitimate contract with the United States Military."
"Congratulations," Diguon said, inclining his head. "And it only took you a few decades."
"Worth it," Matthew answered, clearly satisfied. "As for the state of affairs, well, Canada is still inconsequential, though several of my people have increased in rank and status. But they are taking a "wait and see" approach with the aliens. Knowing the Prime Minister, he won't make a decision until the rest of the civilized world reaches some sort of consensus."
"No," Zara injected scornfully. "They'll make a statement when some countries wants to make peace with the aliens."
While Saudia would have put that more…diplomatically, she suspected Zara was more right than she wanted to admit. Canada was a largely pacifistic country, something Zara despised. Canada had openly criticized the War on Terror and refused to take part, even after the United Nations intervened.
As one of the few countries to do so, Canada became something of a haven for refugees, Muslims and people of middle-eastern descent all of whom had faced suspicion and persecution from the rest of the world. As a result, Canada had one of the most diverse populaces, rivaling the United States after nearly all had stayed and were assimilated into the country. Along with Iran, Canada allowed the practice of Islam, although almost all of those still practicing were under increased scrutiny.
The country was also more difficult to effectively control and sow dissent. The side effect of a more pacifistic culture was that people were naturally more polite, open-minded and passionate. Though they tended to become a lot more aggressive when presented with opposing views since many were convinced that they were correct.
Fortunately, Canada wasn't a serious contender or threat on the world stage and as a result, EXALT mostly didn't interfere, though some people were still kept in the government to keep an eye on things.
"Perhaps," Matthew finally answered. "But Canada's official stance will probably not have that great an effect." Shrugging, he picked up his tablet and began tapping on it. "Meanwhile, I've made great strides in Mexico. Thanks to Elizabeth's help, we now have agents within all the major Cartels. I expect within a year we'll retain a moderate amount of influence over at least half of them."
"I hope you're focusing on the right things," Hasina questioned with a frown. "Infiltrating the Cartels might backfire, not to mention we'll have little influence in the government itself."
"The government isn't a concern," Matthew dismissed, setting the tablet down. "Half of it has ties to the Cartels already. No, I have a different plan for them." He rapped his fingers on the table. "The drug trade relies on addiction, obviously, and the Cartels essentially control the majority of it in North and South America."
He paused. "So the question is how to remove the Cartels for good, without military intervention," he said, casting a sidelong glance at Zara. "No offense, Overseer Venator, but a military solution is difficult to keep discrete."
Zara shrugged. "None taken."
"So instead of specifically infiltration the leadership of the Cartels, I've placed our operatives in positions where they make the products directly," he explained. "The head chemists, scientists and engineers answer to me."
Saudia nodded. She'd been appraised of this operation before and looked over at Darian. "I assume you completed your role as well."
"Completely," he smiled in self-satisfaction. "Since we now control how the products are made, we can introduce our own versions with the Cartels none the wiser."
"Specifically," Matthew continued. "Reducing the addictive properties. It'll have to be done very slowly if we want it to work, but once we removed the main source of income, the Cartels will be unable to sustain themselves unless they use their thugs to extort money, which is highly impractical."
"That is going to be suspicious," Diguon commented. "Not to mention it'll give some of the smaller criminal organizations an opportunity to get a new client base for their own products."
"And risk the wrath of the Cartels?" Matthew snorted. "No. That won't happen. Not at first, at least."
"That's all well and good for the people," Elizabeth pointed out, chewing her lip. "But won't it be suspicious when their client base starts to not need their products anymore?"
"Of course," Matthew agreed. "But that isn't what will happen. This will be gradual; we'll reduce the addictive properties a bit, have that circulate for a month or so, then reduce it a bit more. It might take years and is the reason I've waited until I had people in all the Cartels. This has to be consistent across the board between them to draw less suspicion."
Saudia looked at Darian. "Has your modified product been tested?"
"Our control group in Argentina was given our version of meth over a period of six months," Darian confirmed. "Results are almost universally successful."
Hasina raised an eyebrow. "Almost?"
Darian sighed. "Our modified product relies on the customer taking that product, and specifically that product. Several of the test subjects accidentally took regular meth with ours and the ensuing shock to their bodies killed them. It's an issue we're trying to fix."
"That won't be a concern for at least half a year," Matthew emphasized. "The chemical differences between the first phase of our products and what they're using now are negligible."
"I hope you've thought of a plan when the Cartels realize something's wrong," Zara said, lacing her fingers together. "Because they are going to notice. And when they determine something's wrong with the product, guess who they'll remove first."
"Which is why I'll do my best to direct the uncorrupted within the Mexican government at them," Matthew answered. "Along with planting some rather incriminating stuff to turn the Cartels against each other." He raised a finger. "However, now with our alliance with the aliens, I would propose we use them against the Cartels. Their little armies, specifically. I know the locations of their staging and training grounds and I can't imagine the aliens would pass up the chance to acquire some healthy human subjects."
Saudia smiled, it seemed like a fitting ending to her. The populace would be free of the addiction and the Cartel's hold over the drug trade would be shattered. "That is an excellent idea. I'm sure I can convince the Speaker of the wisdom of that."
"Using the aliens to remove their soldiers and our product to remove their source of income," Hasina mused pleasantly. "We finally dismantle the Cartels."
"As is the plan," Matthew agreed with a smile.
"I'll be curious to see how it works in reality," Diguon commented, not sounding quite as enthusiastic. "But a start nonetheless."
"Hopefully more," Matthew answered. "Now, for the USA. Simply put, tensions are extremely high for a multitude of reasons. Lines are quickly being drawn, mostly over the typical partisan lines, and neutrality is vanishing. Now, there are several ways to take advantage of this, but an operation this large will need to gone over in greater detail, with the Director first." He nodded at Saudia.
"Suffice to say, that we stand to control the United States if successful."
"I assume you're taking into account the upcoming presidential election?" Elizabeth asked.
"No, I'm going to ignore one of the biggest political events in years," he answered sarcastically, rolling his eyes. "Of course I have plans to use the election. Campaigning has already begun."
"One year early," Saudia shook her head. American politics was both fascinating and utterly ridiculous sometimes. "You have your eye on several of the candidates?"
"Of course," Matthew answered. "Several that I believe are viable."
"How is the state of America?" Zara asked curiously. "I haven't visited the country in months. Do the Republicans look to retain the White House?"
Matthew hesitated. "Before the aliens came I would have probably said no, simply due to the amount of domestic issues. Hate crimes, police scandals, corruption charges, shootings and scandals…it's hard to retain public support through that, despite it happening on both sides."
"It probably didn't help that the Vice President was charged with corruption," Elizabeth commented wryly. "I assume that caused some PR issues."
Matthew shook his head. "You have no idea the amount of damage control the good President had to do. It permanently damaged her reputation, which is why she'll not be running for reelection. The Republicans want her out of the spotlight as quickly as possible."
"You said that was before the aliens," Diguon recalled. "So what now?"
"I think it's safe to assume a Republican administration will be more willing to fight the aliens," Matthew answered. "Something they've made very clear. And given what has happened, that sentiment is rising rapidly. People are scared and are willing to overlook past mistakes in favor of protection and security."
Saudia frowned. "And the Democrats aren't disputing that?"
"Not exactly," Matthew answered slowly. "They acknowledge the alien threat but they haven't exactly made it into a primary issue like the Republicans have. They believe the focus should be on domestic affairs first."
"So it's on their agenda, just not the highest concern?" Saudia clarified.
Matthew nodded. "Correct."
She nodded. "We'll speak more on your plan later. Elizabeth?"
Everyone directed their attention towards her. "Europe doesn't have quite as much interesting events taking place," she began. "However, I can safely say that anti-alien sentiment is sweeping across the continent."
"To be expected after Germany," Darian agreed.
"Yes," Elizabeth agreed. "And it's putting pressure on the governments to begin military efforts against the aliens. The European Union in particular is being petitioned to endorse increased military activity."
"And what are the chances that will happen?" Hasina asked.
"That depends on if the aliens attack again," Elizabeth hypothesized. "Another attack like Germany will force their hand. Which is why, Saudia, I would suggest to our alien allies to hold off any attacks in Europe until things quiet down."
Saudia nodded. "Reasonable."
Elizabeth grimaced. "Germany is still completely out of our hands. The good Chancellor had essentially turned the country into a police state and completely shut down the borders. Any dissent is quelled and people suspected of alien ties are brought in for interrogation. Simply put, it's a mess."
A mess that was extremely personal to her, since Elizabeth was the one who'd botched the Germany operation. Something she'd been trying to atone for ever since. Saudia leaned back. "Is Germany still part of the EU?"
"Officially yes," Elizabeth answered, pursing her lips. "But in reality no, they just haven't followed any of the procedures for leaving the EU. Or the UN for that matter. XCOM is the only entity they support."
"Perhaps the aliens could be directed there," Saudia mused. "It would have to be done carefully, but we could use them to weaken Germany and make our allies happy as well."
"Possibly giving us an opening to the country," Elizabeth finished. "Possible. I'd have to look into it more." She looked around the table. "That essentially covers Europe. That being said, my operative in Israel is reporting a lot of suspicious things are happening."
"Like?" Matthew asked, shifting in his seat.
"People being reassigned, money being moved around, shipments of equipment missing," Elizabeth frowned. "Israel is planning something, and I don't know what. This is a warning that I may suspend some operations in order to find out what's going on."
"What could they possibly be planning," Hasina wondered openly. "Are they wanting to create their own anti-alien army?"
"That wouldn't make sense," Matthew shook his head. "They're perfectly capable of using the one they have now. Perhaps they're planning an attack on Iran?"
"And risk the world uniting against them?" Elizabeth snorted. "They might be warmongers, but they aren't stupid. A complete takeover would bring worldwide condemnation."
"Agreed," Saudia nodded. "Elizabeth, do what you need to. Diguon?"
The elder Mercado adjusted his glasses. "China has reacted predictably to the alien attack. As I suspected, it would take them actually being threatened before they began to make major military preparations. The Chinese military is beginning to mobilize and conduct their own operations on the aliens."
"Will they open an alliance with XCOM?" Saudia asked, concerned. That was not a development she'd been aware of.
"Unlikely," Diguon answered. "For what I understand, the Chinese government is not particularly happy with the Commander of XCOM and the feeling appears to be mutual. Regardless, any hope of an alliance disappeared when XCOM decided to contest the rights to the wreckage of the dreadnaught."
Elizabeth chuckled. "I sincerely hope he wasn't expecting to win. This is the epitome of an open and shut case."
"Of course he wasn't," Matthew stated. "This was a blatant move to keep alien tech out of the hands of the Chinese. I'm not sure why he delayed the inevitable, but I can understand the reasoning."
"A curious move," Hasina commented, leaning on the table. "Especially since China is part of the Council."
Saudia raised a hand to cut off that line of questioning. "That's another topic we'll discuss later. Suffice to say I agree. Continue, Diguon."
"The point is that we should prepare for China to take a more active role against the aliens," Diguon said. "Since we control most of their technology, we can utilize that when they fight the aliens. But I suspect the Chinese will figure out the tech is faulty after a few instances so we must use that sparingly."
"How much can we influence them?" Saudia asked, thinking.
"That depends," Diguon hesitated. "I have enough people inside to gather very reliable information, but in terms of actual military direction, he is only one voice within the Republic."
"What of the surrounding countries?" Hasina asked. "Could the Chinese decide to utilize them as staging grounds?"
Saudia waited for him to deny it but his face turned grave. "That is a distinct possibility. China has not ruled out annexing nations if the aliens threaten the homeland."
Matthew whistled. "They would not."
"China rivals the United States in military and political power," Diguon reminded him. "Combined with how many countries rely on them economically, they could very well do it and not be penalized. Who would stop them? The United Nations?"
"Good point," Matthew muttered.
"However, I don't think they would do that," Diguon amended. "Even if it is very possible, they would lose a lot of support and much as they like to think so, they can't win the war alone."
"So we've got a possible Chinese expansion," Zara commented. "Excellent. What about Russia?"
"Nearly identical," Diguon answered grimly. "The President has wasted no time in publically declaring war on the aliens and vowing to do whatever it takes to defeat them. He's received near universal support and a surge in volunteers for military recruitment."
"But we expected that," Saudia stated. "Especially since Russia is one of the larger supporters of XCOM."
"But it is more concerning," Hasina commented worryingly. "Because unlike China, Russia will annex countries if they deem it necessary. I would also not rule out their usage of nuclear weapons."
"I have enough people to ensure that Russia will not use nuclear weapons," Diguon promised. "But as for annexation…Ukraine, Belarus and Finland are prime targets if Russia decides to expand their borders."
"Mongolia is off-limits then?" Darian asked. "Too close to China?"
"I assume so," Diguon answered. "Which is why I also think China will refrain from taking it if they decide to expand. Neither country wants to antagonize the other."
"And North Korea?" Matthew asked, scratching his beard.
"No change," Saudia answered instead of Diguon. "South Korea strikes them, they publicly decry it and send a unit down to teach them a lesson. Our source within the country reports no change. The Supreme Leader is as secretive as ever."
"We should remove that country or unify it," Zara muttered. "North Korea is too dangerous to allow without at least some knowledge of what they're doing. At least with Israel we know when something is happening. North Korea could nuke South Korea and we wouldn't know in advance. No offense to your source, Director."
"None taken," Saudia dismissed. "And you're right. Getting information out is notoriously hard, but it's better than nothing. And unfortunately, China still protects them and thus no one will touch them."
"To his credit, The Supreme Leader has kept things quiet," Elizabeth acknowledged. "But we'd be foolish to think North Korea doesn't have plans."
"Until then, we focus on China and Russia," Saudia stated. "Hasina, anything to report?"
"Yes," Hasina laced her fingers together. "Thanks to an increase in production, we've made substantial profits from the oil, gold and coal trade. Our influence over Saudia Arabia has increased our funds tremendously and continued operations will allow us to continue expansion."
"And Egypt?" Matthew asked.
"Handled," Hasina answered easily. "They won't pose any trouble. We've finished identifying some more resource deposits deeper in the continent and I've begun operations to begin extracting them."
"I assume the native populace is taken care of?" Saudia asked.
"Of course," Hasina confirmed. "The people are almost always grateful for relocation. Especially when there are modern accommodations, housing and medical care. Eventually we will modernize this continent."
"Excellent," Saudia nodded. "And last but not least, Zara?"
"Absolutely nothing has changed," Zara stated with a wave of her hand. "My soldiers are ready and trained and willing to fight. Fifty more recruits passed the Gauntlet and I'm gathering fifty more recruits across the globe. Our army will only grow, even if it's never used."
"Nothing new with Australia?" Saudia pressed.
"Nope," Zara shook her head. "People live their boring lives on the civilized side while we conquered the other half."
Saudia didn't really expect anything different, but she still wanted to confirm. "One last order of business: XCOM."
This might be the most important issue at the moment. "Within the coming weeks I'm going to being authorizing combat operations in conjunction with the aliens," she nodded at Zara. "This should give you an adequate challenge. XCOM soldiers are the best from around the world. I hope you prove yourselves."
Zara gave a wide smile. "Oh don't worry, we will."
"Have we made any progress in infiltrating the Council?" Darian asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Not really," Elizabeth answered grimly. "This takes time, though we do have some lower ranking aides who've been able to pass along some basic data. Essentially just the members, names and general mood. Although we do have your source, Saudia."
Saudia nodded. "Yes, and our scheduled info dump is coming up. He'll likely be able to answer some questions we've all be having."
"Like who the Commander actually is," Matthew said. "I've looked into the possible candidates and everyone is either still serving or dead."
"Perhaps the deaths were a cover?" Diguon suggested.
"Unlikely," Elizabeth denied. "I also looked into it. Even from the ones who died, there are better choices still alive."
"Peter Van Doorn is missing, correct?" Hasina recalled. "He would be an ideal candidate."
"No," Saudia shook her head. "Van Doorn went missing long after XCOM began operating. Not to mention the rumors about the hostility between the Commander and Council wouldn't make sense if that was the case."
"Unfortunately, I don't have suggestions to exploit that without more information," Elizabeth said, tapping a finger on the table. "However, I do have ideas on how to hurt them beyond militarily."
Saudia nodded at her. "Go ahead."
"We're in a dilemma," Elizabeth began. "We must straddle the line between supporting the aliens without weakening humanity when the time to take control comes. My initial ideas were to counter the rise of anti-alien sentiment with pro-alien propaganda. However, I realized that would backfire when we move against the aliens."
Her lips curled into a grin. "However, I did hit on this idea. Instead of anti-alien propaganda, we instead use anti-XCOM propaganda. We turn the population against XCOM and in turn, the United Nations, but not necessarily the aliens themselves. Then when we reveal ourselves as the alternative, public opinion will be in our favor."
"An excellent idea," Diguon complemented. "XCOM has given us plenty of material to use. Their contesting of the wreckage for one, and we can use that to portray them as anti-Chinese."
"We can also use their alliances against them," Matthew added. "For Germany we can push the pro-police state narrative and for Israel…perhaps the pro-interventionist narrative?"
"Both would work," Saudia agreed. "I would also add that we could turn the anti-UN, anti-globalist and anti-establishment demographics against XCOM as well."
"A few videos of XCOM gunning down civilians would also help," Elizabeth mused. "Zara, after you kill a few XCOM soldiers I'd ask you not damage the armor too much. My film crews will need at least a few suits."
"No promises, but I'll do my best," Zara answered with a nod.
"This is your area of expertise, Elizabeth," Saudia told her warily, adding an edge to her voice to emphasize how serious it was. "Do not fail again."
Elizabeth swallowed and nodded. "I will not, Director."
Saudia looked around and nodded. "Then dismissed. We have work to do."