Preparing to Fall
The Bastion, Bedroom
"It shouldn't be this hard," Saudia murmured into the darkness as she laid in their bed, curled up beside Ethan, listening to his steady breathing. "We're doing something wrong."
It was a rare moment of uncertainty for her, one she only allowed in private moments like this. But the latest attack was unsettling her far more than she could admit to anyone else. She'd expected XCOM would try some kind of reprisal, but one not nearly as devastating or brutal as the recent attack on the Japan cargo transfer base.
XCOM had ruined the security cameras and taken all the computers so they had no actual record of the actual attack, and hadn't responded quickly enough when the distress signal was activated. But the carnage left behind painted a pretty clear picture. The shortest explanation was that XCOM had shown up and wiped everybody out.
The variation in the corpses they'd recovered was also interesting and disturbing. Only a few displayed signs of burning, cauterization or the typical signs of laser-related deaths. Most appeared to have come from physical rounds, but those much more powerful that any before if the holes they'd found in the deployable shields were anything to go by.
It didn't end there either, a couple bodies seemed to have been mauled to death by a wild animal, with their throats torn out. Saudia didn't actually think XCOM was using wild animals, but there wasn't another good explanation for some of the wounds. Similar to the Russian attack, a good number of the corpses were burned beyond recognition.
Adding another layer to how the attack was carried out, quite a few of the corpses had some kind of black substance attached to them, keeping them in place even in death. Another weapon of XCOM, probably. Whatever the case, they'd taken the weapons, supplies, alien tech and workers.
That concerned her most of all. At one point she wouldn't have been overly worried since she knew the UN wouldn't get anything out of them, and that they could be located and eventually released.
But she didn't think she could rely on that anymore. It felt to her now that XCOM was part of the UN in name only. Civilized countries weren't this brutal and thorough. Not usually.
She heard Ethan give a sigh. "I agree."
She closed her eyes, wishing he would have told her differently, that it was a fluke and wouldn't happen again. But he'd not lie to her just to make her feel better, it was one reason she loved him. "I was afraid of that. How can we last all these years and yet one organization threatens what we've built?"
His fingers stroked her hair a couple seconds as he thought. "Because we don't control them, and they know us." She felt his chest decompress as he let out another large sigh. "Complacency. That's our problem, I think. We've been unchallenged for so long we've forgotten how to respond to an actual threat."
As much as she hated to admit it, she didn't exactly think he was wrong. Most of the time they were virtually unchallenged in every aspect, the resistance they faced was never directed specifically towards EXALT, instead it was various people just opposed to the agendas, laws, and ideas they tried to press, and even those people gave way in the end.
XCOM was different. It couldn't be controlled at the moment, and didn't appear to be controlled by anyone. Whoever their commander was, they were doing everything they could to locate, pinpoint and destroy EXALT.
"Then we need to fix that," Saudia murmured. "Soon. We have to adapt, we can't afford something like this again."
While a bit hyperbolic, since they technically could sustain multiple hits, the sentiment echoed exactly what she was feeling. Because XCOM was going to keep hitting them, and the more they succeeded, the closer they came to threatening EXALT leadership. The Asia base was possibly compromised and if that fell…worst case scenario the Bastion itself could be targeted.
"So tell me," Ethan said as he shifted to look at her. "What are you going to do about it, Director?"
It might not have been the best time for discussing retaliation, but Saudia didn't care they were having it in a bed. Both of them exhausted. It needed to happen and they might not get a chance tomorrow. "Figure out where we went wrong, and fix it," she answered quietly. "Then we send a message to XCOM, something that will actually hurt them instead of that stunt Elizabeth tried to pull. Then we prepare for their attack."
Ethan's voice was sleepy, but she could hear the approval in it. "Good idea. I think it's time we utilize the Venators for defense of our major bases. If we can't predict XCOM attacks, Venator soldiers will be better than ordinary guards."
Some families wouldn't like that, but Saudia would be able to easily overrule them, and she privately suspected that most would appreciate it, even if they wouldn't say so publically. "I'll be going to see Elizabeth and Diguon tomorrow, I'll be telling them that."
"Then let's get some sleep," Ethan suggested, putting his arm around her and she sleepily grabbed his wrist and closed her eyes. "We've got a busy day tomorrow."
That they did. Saudia leaned back into Ethan, eventually falling asleep to the sound of his rhythmic breathing.
The Bastion, Control Center
Saudia raised an eyebrow. "This is abrupt."
The Chronicler just looked up at her, the faintest glimmer of amusement in his eyes. "I know, but I feel it's necessary."
"Why?" Saudia asked, genuinely curious as she appraised the elder man. "Matthew can take care of himself, and he'll have Elizabeth's agents to help prevent any sort of operations against Solaris Industries."
Now the Chronicler raised an eyebrow. "Yes, because Elizabeth's agents have been very effective in preventing XCOM from attacking us."
He said it without malice, but his words cut because they were ultimately truthful. Still, she allowed nothing to show on her face. "I'm going to speak to her personally now. She understands her position is at stake."
"Then let her prove me wrong," the Chronicler shrugged. "But in the meantime, I'll see what I can do on my own."
"Do you have people we don't know about?" Saudia asked, more lightly than what her words implied. She knew he likely didn't have anyone they didn't already know about. "Because I'm not sure what you can do that one of our agents can't?"
He smiled and tapped the side of his head. "Experience, Director. You don't need to worry about me interfering in any EXALT operations. I'll speak with Matthew about everything."
"Fine," Saudia didn't see a reason to argue with him, and while she could technically order him to stay, it wouldn't serve a purpose other than keeping him safe. But oddly enough, she'd never been concerned for his safety, he'd always carried himself in such a way that she had no doubt he could defend himself. It wasn't overt, but she'd figured out he was dangerous long ago, despite his age.
"But update Matthew if you do find something," Saudia emphasized, clasping her hands behind her back. "You might be sure of your skills, but I'd prefer you not go in without backup."
He inclined his head towards her. "Of course, Director."
"Good," Saudia turned away and began heading towards the door. "You'll accompany me to Europe and then take a flight to America. Meet me at the plan by the end of the hour."
He nodded and turned down the hallway as he went to gather his things. Knowing him, he probably wouldn't take any since he never had before. She always assumed necessities like that were provided for him whenever he arrived at an EXALT facility. Actually, he probably just bought whatever he needed since EXALT had plenty of money.
But now she had to make a quick, but important goodbye. She stopped in front of Martel's room and quickly knocked. "Come in!" she heard him call and thumbed the door open which slid open with a hiss.
He'd cleaned up his room since she'd last been in, much to her surprise. He was a brilliant young boy, but his organizational skills did need to be honed a bit. She suspected he'd done it out of boredom than anything else, but it was better than nothing. Martel was sitting in front his computer, headphones on playing some game.
She leaned against the doorframe and watched him for a few minutes as he was completely absorbed by the game. It appeared to be a strategy one of some kind, she was actually fairly sure she'd seen it before as well. She'd grown up in an era before this kind of entertainment became popular, and was somewhat sad because of it. Unfortunately her life didn't allow much time for distractions like these, but Martel did deserve some fun before too much responsibility entered his life.
"Martel?" She prodded after a few more seconds. He looked over, smiled and removed his headphones, setting them on the desk in front of him.
"Yes, Mother?" He asked, respectful as usual while he fidgeted in his chair.
She came over by him and knelt in front of him until she was eye level. "I hope you finished your studies before getting too deeply into that, yes?"
He nodded vigorously. "I did. I promise!" he pointed over to his bed. "It's all there."
She smiled at him. "Good job. Can you do that for a few more days without anyone prompting you?"
"I will," he promised, his smile fading. "Are you leaving again?"
She sighed. "I'm afraid so. Your Father will still be here, but he might be busy."
"Where are you going?" He asked, his eyes brightening with curiosity.
"Europe," Saudia answered. "To see Mrs. Elizabeth."
His eyes widened. "The spy! Are you going to have her spy on people?"
She chuckled at that. "Well, that is what she does. So yes, I am."
"How long will you be gone?" He finally asked, excitement visibly fading.
"Hopefully not more than a few days," she promised. "But before I leave, I wanted to give you something. Your birthday is coming up, but I thought it'd be ok to give you something a bit early." She reached to her waist and pulled out a smaller version of the laser pistol that had been distributed to EXALT personnel.
His mouth widened and eyes sparkled with wonder as he gingerly picked up the weapon in his hand. Ethan had taught him how to properly handle weapons long ago, but she was pleased he was treating this extra carefully. "Is this for me?" He asked incredulously, looking up at her.
She nodded. "It is."
It hadn't been an easy decision to come too. Ethan had been for it, of course, but she hadn't seen the need for him to have his own weapon for a few more years. Seven, soon to be eight-year-olds didn't need their own personal firearms. But the times warranted it. Like it or not, attacks on EXALT were happening and she wouldn't have felt comfortable without leaving her own son some way to defend himself. With the aliens now having a tendency to show up unannounced, she just felt better knowing he wouldn't be unarmed.
He knew how to use a gun, and he'd get better with practice. She'd also specifically ordered this weapon be constructed a little smaller to fit his hands. She trusted him to use it responsibly, but still felt the need to remind him. "This isn't a toy," she stated firmly, looking him square in the eye. "Don't use it unless absolutely necessary, or for target practice. Got it?"
He nodded firmly. "Yes, Mother."
"Good," she pulled him into a tight hug and they stayed that way for a few seconds. "I'll miss you," she told him softly. "But I'll be back soon."
"Ok," he answered. "Thank you."
She let go and stood. "Goodbye,"
He gave a sad wave. "Goodbye," she gave him one last smile and then exited the room. He'd be fine and she could feel a little better about his safety. Now she needed to focus on the tasks ahead and began mentally preparing as she headed towards the hangar.
United States of America, Seattle
Cerian took a sip of water as he looked across the street at the official headquarters of Solaris Industries. There had apparently been mass protests here over the past month or so, but not today it seemed. Suited men and woman stood outside, with earpieces and sunglasses, a clear attempt to deter unauthorized people.
He did have to admit that they looked like authentic Secret Service knockoffs. He supposed it was better than looking like obvious imitations. A shame he was here for business though, because he rather liked the city so far. It would be an excellent place to vacation too after all this was sorted out. He wouldn't want to live here; America wasn't the place for him, but he could admire the places within it.
But he wasn't here for that. They had a company to investigate and he figured they might as well go to the source. Solaris Industry HQ would answer their questions, one way or another. The tricky part was, of course, going to be actually getting the answers. Cerian had a sneaking suspicion that they wouldn't let him in if they just asked.
"Preliminary analysis?" He asked into his earpiece, once he was sure no one was eavesdropping.
"Yeah…" Mary's voice came back slowly. "This is going to be difficult."
He snorted. Of course it was. He'd have been surprised if Solaris Industries didn't have the best security possible. If they were with EXALT, even more so. "We have time," he told her. "The question is can you break it?"
"Yes and no," she answered, sounding distant as she probably typed. "Ok, I think I have a secure watch point. You can head back, I'll explain then."
"Copy," he answered as he shut off the remote wireless device Mary had given him to let her pinpoint the Solaris servers. Though she'd said that they'd likely stand out without the extra information, still, he'd rather her be sure.
The seat next to him moved slightly and he looked over at Ren who sat down. He blended in quite normally with civilian attire, and probably wouldn't attract any unwanted attention. In theory. Solaris guards were likely trained well. "What did you see?" Cerian asked, looking back towards Solaris HQ.
"They don't play around with security," Ren answered. "We all took a different side, and all the sides did have emergency exits. But all of them had at least two guards. Even the fire escape had one on the top of the stairs."
"All the doors are probably wired in case someone tries to enter," Cerian muttered, thinking. "They probably have even more inside."
"Likely," Ren agreed, pulling out his phone. "I got some pictures. All the doors also seem to have slots to put in some kind of card. Probably for the guards."
"So to sum up, getting inside is going to be difficult," Cerian finished, pursing his lips. "Unfortunate, but not unexpected."
"You've done this before?" Ren asked curiously, taking his sunglasses off and tucking them into his pocket.
Cerian's lips curled into a smile. "I didn't always do my job down the barrel of a rifle. I've performed breaking and entering before, though rarely on places this secure."
Ren grunted. "Good to know, I guess."
Cerian set his glass on the table. "We're finished here. Tell everyone to meet back at the safe house."
Ren reached back and put his sunglasses on again. "On it. See you there."
Cerian returned his attention to Solaris HQ, pondering the best form of entry as he sipped his water. He'd wait a few minutes before leaving to avoid attracting suspicion if anyone was watching. If he were EXALT, he'd likely have a few people in disguise within the crowds to watch potential spies. Although he was fairly good at spotting such people, and hadn't here.
It might be a logistics issue. Solaris Industries might not have enough resources to allocate people to do that day after day, so they might instead devote only for specific instances. Something to consider, but he'd need more information about their security and routines before executing a concrete plan.
He looked down at his watch. Time to head back, there was a lot to do and prepare. He stood and made his way over to the exit. It didn't take him long to find a bus stop, and after a few minutes additional wait, boarded one and sat in the front end. A perfectly inconspicuous position that wouldn't attract attention, and in this case his age would help. No one suspected an older man of anything unless they were politicians or rich. In his experience, it was usually both.
But regular quiet old men on a bus? Nah.
No one else commented or spoke to him, just as he preferred it. A few stops later he stepped out and made his way towards the modest hotel that was just across the street. It wasn't too impressive, but it wasn't a dump either. Just middle-of the road enough to be inconspicuous.
The room they had based in was on the second floor, and as Cerian made his way up, fingered the key in his hand. He'd considered splitting to several rooms in case one was compromised, but figured that if they were ever compromised, everything else would be as well, at least if their opposition were halfway competent.
Instead he'd rented rooms across different parts of Seattle, all under different aliases of course, in case the one here was compromised. Reaching the door, he inserted the card and entered.
And stared down the barrel of a pistol held by Olivia. After confirming it was him, she put the weapon away a few seconds later. "I think there's one of those eyeholes on the door," Cerian commented wryly, amused as he looked at her. "It might be safer than aiming a weapon against whoever comes through the door."
She flushed slightly. "Point taken,"
"Is everyone back?" Cerian asked as he looked around the small, open room.
"Yes," Olivia confirmed as she sank into a seat. "Not doing much, as you can see."
He could, and didn't really blame them. Ren and Darril were playing chess in the corner, Mary was laying on one of the two beds, typing away on her laptop as usual. Bastion was reading something on the other bed, though all of them looked up as he walked in. "Break over," Cerian announced as he went over by Mary. "So, what can you tell me?"
Mary pulled out her headphones and looked up, and swung her legs over the side of the bed and rested her feet on the ground to face him. "Right," she began as the rest of them converged around her. "The good news is that I can get inside Solaris Industries security systems. I can't tell exactly what's on there, but there's some degree of weaponized automation, possibly turrets. I would also guess cameras and mechanized doors."
Cerian nodded. "That's good,"
"What's the catch?" Ren asked, leaning against the wall.
"That I'll probably only have a limited amount of time before my access is revoked," Mary answered, looking up at Cerian. "So I won't know exactly what I'll control until it actually happens. Once I find a hole in their security, we'll only have one shot to exploit it."
Olivia frowned at that. "Can't you just go in, look around, leave and then find another hole to exploit later? Seems better than only one shot."
"Except that then Solaris Industries knows someone is trying to get in," Darril pointed out. "Even if they don't know who, we've tipped them off that someone is trying to get in."
"Someone professional," Mary amended. "Just from what I've seen, there are always dozens of wannabe hackers trying to get in without a clue of what they're doing. There are very few who can actually take control. I can, but that will draw attention."
"It's nice that you can get into their security," Cerian redirected. "But what about accessing their servers. We're here for information, remember."
"Yes…" Mary let out. "That. The short version is that I can't access them remotely. All the servers are local and cannot be accessed wirelessly. They were smart when they set this up. I won't even be able to access it if you directly give me access to the server. All I can do is locate what drive has the information we want."
"So then it would have to be physically removed," Cerian finished, pursing his lips. "Which would mean we'd need to enter Solaris HQ itself."
"Precisely," Mary confirmed with a nod.
That was going to make this difficult, but not impossible. "Then we need a way to enter Solaris Industries. Preferably without drawing attention."
"If I had one of their keys, I could make some fake IDs," Mary told him. "But short of kidnapping one of the guards, I'm not sure we could get one without someone noticing."
Cerian smiled. "Incorrect," he looked over at Ren. "I assume the guards don't live there, do they?"
"I think some of them might, actually," Ren answered, looking up in thought. "But I did see a couple leaving. Going home I guess."
Olivia smiled as she realized where this was going. "Ah, I see. Perhaps we can pay one of them a visit when they're not fully conscious."
"Then we have an objective," Cerian confirmed. "Mary, keep find an exploit to use when we're ready. Everyone else, we'll spend the next few days looking out for targets. Remember that these are professionals and might notice obvious tails."
They all nodded in affirmation. "In the meantime," he finished. "Everyone look up everything we have on Solaris Industries and Mr. Solaris himself. We might find something useful."
The Citadel, XCOM Intelligence Control
Abby raised an eyebrow as she read the list. "Vahlen's been busy. Very busy."
"Interesting, isn't it?" Ruth asked as she leaned against the wall with her arms crossed. "Some of the soldiers are calling it humanity's 'next evolution.'" She snorted at that, but still seemed in good spirits.
Abby frowned. "You don't think so? Improved eyesight, strength and stamina seem like some kind of evolution, even if not a drastic one."
"It's a performance enhancer," Ruth shrugged. "That's what it ultimately boils down to. We didn't call strength enhancing drugs "the next evolution of humanity," this is pretty much the same thing, just a lot better and more noticeable." She shrugged. "The debate over where we came from may still go on, but humans reached their final form a long time ago. All we can do is improve it."
Abby didn't entirely agree with that. This may not be evolution in the traditional sense, but it was self-created and controlled evolution without a doubt. Stuff that had been debated and theorized about in science for decades, and was now actually happening before her. She'd always assumed it would be with prosthetics and robotics, since they were easier to create and develop. But genetic modification on this scale was something she hadn't expected for a few decades, if not longer.
"So are you going to undergo anything?" She asked Ruth, looking up once again.
Ruth pursed her lips. "Perhaps. But I've disliked using performance enhancers, even if they give me an edge. I haven't needed them before, and likely won't now."
Abby frowned. "This is nothing like taking a drug. It's an alteration to your actual body. Besides, there's been no side effects-"
"Maybe I don't want them messing with my body," Ruth cut off sharply, raising a hand.
Abby smiled as she suddenly got why Ruth was so defensive about this. "You're uncomfortable about all this."
Ruth practically glared at her, it wasn't mean, but certainly wasn't a friendly look. "Yes. Took you long enough to get the hint."
"Why?" Abby asked curiously, setting the tablet down. "I would have thought you'd be all for this kind of advantage?"
"In natural amounts," Ruth corrected. "Like, a straight strength or stamina boost. Not the ability to climb walls or jump a couple stories," she scowled. "It's unnatural. Humans shouldn't be able to do that. And if I've learned anything from overly confident scientists, it's that the more perfect it seems, the likelier that something will go horrible wrong down the line. Genetic enhancement on this scale will have consequences, but everyone's so wide-eyed with what we can do now that they're not thinking about the cost or more importantly, what will go wrong."
"I doubt the Commander would have approved this if he thought there would be irreversible issues," Abby pointed out. "He wouldn't put something that would harm his soldiers, even if Vahlen felt it worth it."
Ruth raised an eyebrow. "Really," she drawled. "I suppose you haven't see the two of them lately. I'm not sure the Commander is fully objective when it comes to her."
Oh right, Abby knew what she was talking about now. "I thought that was just a rumor."
"I'm sure it is," Ruth agreed, smirking slightly. "But trust me, I know. They both like each other and I doubt either of them would deny it if asked."
Abby sighed. Knowing Ruth she was probably right about it. "Too bad,"
"What's that mean?" Ruth asked, bemused. "You disapprove?"
Abby shrugged, not really thinking it worth a discussion. "I don't particularly like Vahlen. She's brilliant, no question, but he could do better."
"Likely," Ruth agreed. "But you don't always control who you meet in your life or who you like. I don't think it's unrealistic to think something could have happened, especially since they work closely together. He likely has a different view of her too, people tend to act differently around people they like, not necessarily purposefully either."
Abby shook her head. "It's really none of our business, and we've gotten way off topic. I think I'll undergo the modification. Maybe prove that it's not going to kill you."
Ruth raised an eyebrow. "I'll wait for the second round, once all the kinks are worked out. The mods will probably be a little more stable then."
"Suit yourself," Abby answered, looking at the empty desk. "So when was Zhang supposed to come up?"
"I'd assume soon," Ruth guessed, walking over to the desk and picking up one of the folders. "He's probably taking with the Commander or something."
Abby eyed the file in her hand. "You sure you should have that?"
"Probably not," Ruth sighed and reluctantly set the file down. "I really hate it when people leave folders out that likely contain some very secret and interesting information."
"You don't know for sure," Abby pointed out. "That might just be a basic leger."
"Probably," Ruth chuckled. "Intelligence agencies don't tend to leave top-secret information around for random people to stumble upon."
"Unless they're really bad at their job," Abby added with a smile.
Ruth shuddered. "Don't plant that nightmare in my head."
Abby looked at the powerless holotable. "So where do you think he'll be sending us next?"
"Either Solaris Industries or EXALT media plants," Ruth guessed, resting her chin on her fist and brushed her hair behind her ears. "Since Solaris isn't going anywhere, he'll likely be going after the more immediate media threat."
"Couldn't that be a bit of a stretch?" Abby asked. "Just because they reported, or didn't report on a particular issue doesn't exactly make them complicit?"
"But it makes them pretty damn suspicious," Ruth muttered, her eyes turning hard. "Even if it was questionable, we don't ask questions like that. Very few things are certain in this job, and we have to trust our superiors know what they are doing. Thinking otherwise only leads to unnecessary problems. Trust me on that."
"But Zhang isn't infallible," Abby argued. "No one is."
"Including you," Ruth stated back, no malice in her voice. "When it comes down to it, Zhang is the Director. You are not. He knows the whole picture. You do not. He is the final authority. You are not. He will not use us frivolously or dishonestly, Abby. Paranoia is healthy in spies, but not when it interferes with the mission.
Abby swallowed. "Understood," she said softly, then fell silent.
She wondered if she was being overly suspicious and paranoid. Zhang hadn't been anything less than straightforward with them so far, but she knew he was capable of ordering brutal acts, and when it came down to it, if he gave her an order she thought was wrong, she'd likely follow it. Because as Ruth had said, he knew the whole picture. She did not. Or perhaps most importantly:
He was the Director.
She was not.
England, Falka Intelligence Control
Elizabeth's headquarters were always a hive of controlled chaos and frantic energy. Today was no different. Unlike many of EXALT's family headquarters, the Falka family had chosen to build their hub in a fairly remote area, out of the public eye to avoid attracting attention. With that concern removed, they now housed an intelligence control center that rivaled any in the world.
Agents and analysts walked past her, standing over computers or debating in front of screens or holotables as they worked ceaselessly to direct the global narrative. A good portion were dedicated solely to communicating with and observing EXALT operatives out in the world, influencing it in their own small way.
The center hub was a massive room with about half of it dedicated to rows of computers of various types and speeds, the other half had several small holotables where agents and operatives stood around discussing various figures or locations. Screens covered the walls, most of them playing a different news station from around the world. Several were dedicated to showing active agents and deployment locations.
Directly at the far left was an elevated room with a glass window, allowing whoever was inside to look over the main hub. Naturally, it was Elizabeth's office. Grandiose, and what she considered unnecessary, but Elizabeth was in charge here and since it didn't overly affect efficiency, Saudia didn't see a reason to think about it too much.
She climbed the stairs and punched in her override code into the door, which then slid open noiselessly and stepped inside. A holotable was directly off to the left, and turned on, though Saudia didn't bother to look what it was exactly. Filing cabinets were built directly into the walls and several additional screens dotted the walls and the newscasters speaking provided decent background noise.
Elizabeth herself stood leaning against the wall by the window, not using her desk as usual. She'd never really liked sitting in one place for very long and often performed her work while pacing or doing some kind of physical activity. Hence why several more tablets rested on her desk for when the tablet she was holding inevitably ran out of power.
She lowered it and nodded towards Saudia. "Director, glad you made it,"
"Likewise," Saudia agreed as she walked up. "I assume you have some updates?"
"All prepared," Elizabeth assured her as she handed Saudia the tablet. "We've tracked Subject Four to where she is currently staying." Saudia looked down at the tablet and saw pictures of a house, along with an address. "As predicted, she made contact with her boyfriend and they went back to his place."
"Risky," Saudia commented, furrowing her eyebrows. "Are they still there?"
"I have three agents watching every exit and have placed trackers and cameras on the vehicles," Elizabeth stated firmly. "If they leave, we will know about it."
Saudia lowered the tablet. "So we know where they are. What are you planning?"
Elizabeth bit her lower lip. "That is something I felt should be discussed with you. There are a couple options open to us," Saudia motioned for her to continue. "One," Elizabeth continued, cracking her knuckles. "We strike here and now. Take both of them into custody now and return them to the Bastion as quickly as possible."
"That is our objective, yes?" Saudia pressed, raising an eyebrow. "What else do you have in mind?"
"We wait," Elizabeth finally said after some obvious hesitation. "Subject Four is becoming complacent. A couple additional days and she might think we've lost her. Then they'll both try to get to XCOM. Depending on how they go about it, it could provide us with an opportunity."
Elizabeth paused. "Specifically, once we know how they plan to get into XCOM, we can replicate it with our own agents. We strike before they go through, of course, but now we know a way to infiltrate them."
Saudia considered that. In the grand scheme of things, XCOM was far more important than one test subject. Then again, the woman in question had an undefined amount of power, some of which extended to mental manipulation. "We don't know fully what she can do," Saudia told her. "The longer you wait, the greater chance she notices something is off. She isn't an idiot."
"True," Elizabeth nodded. "Fortunately, her boyfriend is part of the French police, and since he is experienced in this kind of scenario, she might be inclined to let her guard down and rely on him to keep a lookout."
"Is that a concern?" Saudia asked.
Elizabeth snorted. "Hardly. His psych profile is typical for a cop. No surprises or anything exceptional. My agents will not be spotted by him."
Saudia pursed her lips. "Be careful with promises, Spymaster. They have consequences."
Elizabeth's eyes bored into hers, cold with determination. "I'm well aware of what's at stake, Director. You don't need to remind me."
Saudia met her gaze firmly. "Good. I suspect I know what you'll advocate for, but I must ask what you want to do?"
"Put bluntly, we stand to gain more by waiting and seeing what they do," Elizabeth answered nonchalantly. "Provided you can work without your pet Fury for a few more days, we might gain a means to infiltrate and sabotage XCOM."
Saudia was silent for a few moments. "Granted," she finally let out, fixing a hard glare on Elizabeth. "However, if you even suspect that they're onto you, I want them captured immediately. Understood?"
Elizabeth nodded once. "Yes, Director."
"What about the rest of XCOM?" Saudia continued. "Officially or not, they have an intelligence force that has so far managed to outwit you. What are you doing about that?"
Elizabeth flushed slightly, but otherwise didn't comment and instead simply answered the question. "First identifying the circumstances surrounding both attacks. I believe the genesis of that attack could be traced back to one of the protest groups we used to destabilize Germany."
Saudia nodded. "Continue,"
"I can only assume XCOM extracted what she knew, which might have been the existence of our shell companies," Elizabeth continued. "Yes, I ordered the most likely ones shut down, but I suppose that I figured that our Russia plant wasn't among those compromised. It shouldn't have been at any rate, but I can't think of another way they could have found it aside from luck."
"And Japan?" Saudia asked.
"I will attribute that to us being too obvious," Elizabeth answered. "They probably noticed increased activity in that area and probably found us from there. Which does reveal that they probably have at least some agents in major cities across the world."
"I'd think that was obvious," Saudia pointed out.
"I thought I was dealing with a smaller organization," Elizabeth defended. "Clearly I was wrong and their intelligence branch is much larger than I assumed. Not nearly as large as ours, but large enough to likely have permanent operatives stationed in major cities. Beijing, London, New York, those places, along with a few mobile operatives."
"Do you have any names?" Saudia asked.
"Only two for certain," Elizabeth answered as she picked up a tablet and began tapping. "One of them expected, the other not." She handed Saudia the tablet.
"Abigail Gertrude," Saudia read, her eyebrow raising with interest as she read the file. "A surgeon. Fabricated, I assume?"
"If so, whoever did it did an excellent job," Elizabeth shrugged. "I've found everything possible on her and she did attend and graduate med school, she apparently did a short stint with the Marines but all records seem to vanish a couple months after enlistment."
"Seems pretty clear," Saudia muttered. "An interesting recruit. Any indication of why she would be chosen?"
"No," Elizabeth let some curiosity slip into her voice. "And I found that curious. It makes sense that XCOM would recruit her, but her skills are suited to the battlefield, not intelligence work."
Saudia swiped and a new picture appeared of a smiling motherly woman. "Ruth Shira," Saudia muttered. "Well, well. A Kidon agent. How surprising."
"We suspected the Mossad and XCOM were working together," Elizabeth added. "This just proves it. They probably have more, too."
"I don't suppose you have an idea where they'll strike next?" Saudia asked, setting the tablet down.
Elizabeth clasped her hands behind her back. "I do, actually. But you won't like it."
"Probably not," Saudia agreed, crossing her arms. "But go ahead."
"We can assume XCOM recovered the files showing the transfers of money between Solaris Industries and our former smuggling plant," Elizabeth began slowly. "And even though I'm sure protocol was followed on the recent attack, we can't rule out that they know the location of the Mercado headquarters."
She'd been afraid of that, but wasn't overly surprised. "So hitting bigger and bigger targets then."
"Yes…" Elizabeth answered hesitantly. "But I think it's because they have little choice. They go wherever the intel takes them, in which case it happens to be major targets this time. But I've already increased agent deployments in both countries. If XCOM attacks again, I suspect it will be there."
"Hmm," Saudia pondered that. "Perhaps we can use that. I doubt they'll want to stop after such an attack."
"Probably not," Elizabeth agreed. "But I highly doubt that they'll attack either openly. They don't have proof, as far as I know, that Solaris Industries is part of EXALT, and the political repercussions for attacking a building on Chinese soil would be catastrophic for XCOM, regardless if they had proof or not, and Mercado has enough people to delay any sort of investigation."
"We're not taking chances this time," Saudia said after thinking a few minutes. "Regardless of the low odds of an attack, I want them prepared. All of the families prepared. The Venator family will be providing additional security in case of an XCOM attack, as well as our major bases."
Elizabeth frowned at that prospect, but fortunately didn't protest it. "If you believe so, then do it."
"You'll thank me if there's an attack," Saudia stated. "Now what else do you have?"
Elizabeth walked past her towards the holotable and stood and the end of it. Saudia walked over to the other end and looked down at the map displayed. South America. Well, this should be interesting. Elizabeth rested her hands on the holotable and looked directly at Saudia, resolution in her eyes. "You wanted a direct blow against XCOM? Here it is. I'm going to collapse the Brazilian government."
Saudia blinked. "I thought you wanted it to be a bit more gradual? Allow us time to infiltrate the government-"
"I would," Elizabeth interrupted raising a hand, steel in her voice. "But as you've made quite clear, we don't have time for that. We might not control the new government, but I'll ensure it descends into chaos. They'll be forced to divert everything to even begin to stabilize their country, and pull out of XCOM as a result."
"Are you sure of that?" Saudia pressed.
"No!" Elizabeth slammed her fist onto the holotable with a startling bang. "I'm not 'sure' of anything, Director! Nothing is ever certain here! I can make predictions. I can make plausible assumptions. I can make the best possible guess with what I have but I cannot completely guarantee everything will turn out just how I expect it!"
She began pacing, glaring with unrestrained frustration. "I can tell you everything I know, sources, predications, statistics, but there's always going to be outliers, odd scenarios where things don't go as planned. I don't think you get that nothing goes as planned here. The will be problems and issues, it's inevitable." She let out a sharp laugh. "You really think I can control every aspect of a collapsing country? No, Director. No I can't. I can direct it. I can influence it. But unfortunately, I can't read minds; I can't know for sure how the government would react. Partially because you're threatening me!"
"Me?" Saudia demanded, her tone cold. "I have not threatened you."
"Oh, right," Elizabeth growled. "No, I should be glad you didn't threaten execution. No, instead you threatened my life. Everything I've worked towards, my family, my children! You threatened to reduce all that to nothing. Condemn me to nothing. If that isn't a threat, Director, than I don't know what is!"
She paused, breathing heavily. "You're not unreasonable," she muttered, her tone much weaker. "I didn't think you were. But I think that in your growing feud with XCOM, you've forgotten everything else I do to make sure we aren't discovered." She looked up at Saudia with renewed frustration. "You know how many operations I'm personally overseeing now? Operations that ensure that our existence remains a secret? Operations that ensure we can direct the world as we see fit?" She shook her head. "Doesn't matter. But I do this every day."
She spread her arms towards the window. "This is my life Director, every possible moment is spent here. I pretty much live here these days. While XCOM has become your focus, you seem to forget that the world doesn't revolve around them."
She took a deep breath and walked back over to the holotable, looking down at the map. "I'm throwing away months and years of preparation to make you happy, Director. The least you could do is trust me not to fuck it up."
Saudia wasn't quite sure the best way to respond after her outburst. Elizabeth, or for the matter, anyone, had never talked to her like that. Objectively, she could see how it could be warranted, but she didn't appreciate being yelled at. She didn't exactly appreciate the insinuation that she had it easy because she was the Director.
But she believed that this was partially her fault. Since Elizabeth had looked torn between fury and bursting into tears, she suspected that her words had unintentionally been the final straw that broke the monstrous load of stress that had piled upon her. Out of all the positions, Spymaster was admittedly the most stressful of the lot.
Even normal work 'everyday' work often involved nations here. Combined with the invasions, aliens, XCOM and her own threat, it was no wonder Elizabeth had finally snapped at her. Saudia suspected that if she hadn't been the victim, someone else would have been. She wondered if Elizabeth would regret this later, but her words had the weight of someone who'd been thinking them for a long time, though never saying them.
The best thing to do now, would be to acknowledge it and move on. Saudia inclined her head. "Ok,"
Elizabeth looked up, clearly expecting some kind of retaliation. Saudia just walked up by her. "Proceed as you will. You'll have whatever you need. Just forward me the details," Saudia paused. "Should this operation go as planned, you will not have to fear being removed from you position. But second chances have to be earned, Spymaster. This is how you earn yours."
With that she walked out of the room, leaving her standing by the holotable. With the extra incentive to succeed, Saudia was fairly confident that things would turn out fine. Elizabeth might feel her mistakes were justified with the amount of stress she was under, but if she couldn't handle it, then someone else could. Appealing to sympathy like that wasn't the most effective form of persuasion on her, but she was willing to overlook it this time.
She spotted a couple of agents walking in and recognized one of them. Ah, this could be good. She altered her pace and walked to intercept the leftmost one. He was smaller than average, a little less than Elizabeth to be exact, but definitely lithe and fit. He saw her approach and adjusted his glasses as he walked up.
"Director," he greeted, not quite able to keep the surprise out of his voice.
"Conway," she greeted cordially, inclining her head. "I trust you're doing well?"
"Of course, Director," he answered neutrally. "Though we've been busy lately. I trust your meeting with Elizabeth went well?"
"I know where we stand now," Saudia answered. "It was informative."
"Good," he nodded. "Are you leaving now?"
"Yes," Saudia answered. "Where are you going, if I may ask?"
"Just looking over some new operations," he answered initially until Saudia raised a hand, cutting him off.
"Before you get too involved, I think you should go up to your wife," Saudia suggested, nodding towards the room where Elizabeth was. "She could use a hug."
"Ah," was all he said. "I'll be sure to do that."
"Good," she patted him once on the shoulder. "Good day, Conway."
That done, she began heading back toward the hanger to fly to the Mercados. She had an idea now how to prepare for the next XCOM attack.
China, Mercado Estate
It wasn't the largest building in Beijing, but nor was it something to scoff at. The Mercado estate towered over most of the buildings around it, though no one really bothered to ask who actually owned it. The building was devoid of logos or any kind of identification. The paperwork was squared away with the Chinese government, and constant intervention from Mercado ensured that no one official poked around.
Because what was inside was a collection of the most advanced labs and advanced technology in the world. It was a technical mecca that was hidden inside the drab and gray concrete encasing it. Saudia wondered if the citizens ever wondered what was inside. In the end, it didn't matter. In accordance with the rest of the building, the security was outstanding.
Autoturrets had been built into the ceilings of every floor at various choke points. Entire floors could be locked down and flooded with toxins if the situation called for it. The glass was bulletproof and the foundation had been built to withstand every natural disaster possible. In theory at least; China didn't usually have to worry about that sort of thing and it couldn't be tested much outside simulations.
The point was that it was a death trap for any uninvited guests. The only other locations that rivaled it in terms of sheer defensibility were the Bastion and the Venator Stronghold. Should XCOM decide to come here, they'd be in for quite the surprise.
There were approximately two entrances in the entire building. Several dummy ones leading to trapped rooms were on the floor, but only to comply with Chinese regulations, though they didn't look to hard to begin with. The other, which she was now entering, was on the roof and only accessible by helicopter.
Saudia stepped out and approached the glass doors. Unlike some other buildings, the Mercado estate didn't have the helipad on the very top roof. There was still a floor of rooms she could enter right away. The true roof was above them, but she didn't really think about it much. She pressed in her code on the pad that was just to the right of the doors and it slid open a few seconds later.
She stepped into the Estate and observed the artistic pieces before her. Lush carpets covered the floors and antique furniture was placed strategically around the room. Her lips twitched into a smile as she looked at the pieces before her. Diguon did enjoy collecting odd-looking pieces of art, but some of his display pieces were just bizarre.
The one before her looked like a large black pyramid, and aside from looking neat, she didn't know why he'd chosen to display this one front and center. Whatever, she didn't understand the fascination and she didn't need to. Different tastes and all that. She turned to her right and proceeded into the next room.
Unlike most of the families, the Mercado family was perfectly comfortable with displaying the wealth at their disposal, since this entire floor was draped in luxury, deep red carpets, paintings and chandeliers were in every room. It honestly felt rather pointless to her, the only ones who could ever be impressed with this display wouldn't be allowed to begin with.
She finally stepped into the massive room that took up the rest of the floor. It was wide open with the same carpets, furs and luxury displayed everywhere else, though in the middle was an extension that displayed a massive red hologlobe. It was raised above the ground floor, making it seem like a depression around it.
Diguon and Zara were standing in front of it, discussing something from the looks of it. At times she wondered if Diguon was playing a massive joke, because this whole display reeked of a supervillain who tried too hard. The massive red hologlobe didn't exactly help with that picture either. Putting those thoughts out of her mind, she began walking towards the duo.
Zara was wearing her combat attire as usual, with her plasma rifle slung over her shoulder and bandanna around her neck. Diguon in contrast was in an EXALT-issue white lab coat, which told her he'd likely been working shortly before she showed up.
"I hope you haven't started too much without me," Saudia commented as she walked up. Both of them turned as she walked up.
"Director," Diguon greeted, inclining his head.
"Glad you made it, Saudia," Zara also welcomed. "No, I just got here too."
"Then let's get started," Saudia stated. "We're assuming all the protocols were followed and the systems wiped during the Japan attack, but there is a possibility that this Estate is compromised."
Zara snorted. "Tell XCOM good luck. This place is a fortress."
"But not invulnerable," Diguon pointed out. "You might wish a fight, Zara, but my people are not soldiers like yours."
Saudia could see the Zara strain not to roll her eyes. "True, but you have more than just soldiers at your disposal. With my soldiers supporting you, XCOM will pay heavily to take this place."
"Elizabeth believes an attack is possible," Saudia agreed. "At the very least, movements on this estate. We can't afford to take chances?"
Diguon looked at her, his expression unreadable. "I presume you have a suggestion?"
Saudia frowned. "There is no suggestion. We have contingencies in the event the Estate is compromised. All we need to do is execute them."
"That could take time," Diguon warned. "We have quite a few operations running-"
Saudia raised a fist, cutting him off. "Then I suggest you start relocating as soon as possible. Better our projects be put on hold than lose everything in the event of an attack."
Zara snorted. "Right. Assuming XCOM actually has the guts to attack a skyscraper in China. That would be political suicide if they attacked without informing the Chinese."
"They probably won't," Saudia agreed. "But even if they do go through the Chinese first, that won't give us enough warning to evacuate. This is a precaution, and isn't up for debate either."
Diguon pursed his lips. "I see your reasoning, Director. I will begin relocation immediately."
"Good," Saudia nodded, turning her attention to Zara. "Bring your best soldiers here. If XCOM attacks they'll be entering a death trap, your soldiers will ensure they don't win without a costly fight."
Zara smiled. "With pleasure. My soldiers beat them once, we can do it again."
Privately, Saudia didn't think a second round would for sure go in Zara's favor. Unlike Mexico, XCOM would be expecting them and would no doubt send whoever they could. "Ensure the computers are wiped thoroughly," she instructed Diguon. "Backup what you need and do it today."
Diguon sighed. "Yes, Director."
"You seem pretty sure they'll be coming," Zara commented, appraising her curiously. "Do you know something we don't?"
"Logic," Saudia answered. "Assuming this estate is compromised, it's a choice between here and Solaris Industries for them. An attack here they could justify easier, and Elizabeth concurs here. Not to mention they'll likely want payback after her next move."
Zara raised an eyebrow sarcastically. "What's she going to do this time? Fake an XCOM soldier strangling a puppy to death? It'd have the same effect as before."
"Not quite," Saudia answered, ignoring her sarcasm. "She's said she's going to collapse the Brazilian government."
Zara blinked and Diguon looked almost impressed. "Unfortunate that our plans had to be scrapped," Diguon said. "But it will strike a decisive blow against a Council Nation."
"How?" Zara demanded incredulously, stepping forward.
"A coordinated data dump displaying the full corruption of that country," Saudia answered. "Journalists have been uncovering parts of it for months, but she's going to bring everything they've done to light. The collapse that follows will warrant Brazil pulling out, and Elizabeth added a few files showing that the journalists leaking the corruption were funded by the Israeli and German governments."
"In an attempt to actively turn them against XCOM," Diguon nodded as he followed. "She can't fabricate XCOM funding them directly, but she can for their allies. Brazil will no doubt demand answers from XCOM, and put XCOM in the position of either having to denounce or support their allies. Either way loses support."
"Regardless, Brazil will have to withdraw from the Council and preserve its own country first," Saudia continued. "How XCOM handles this will determine if it on good or bad terms."
"Why the hell didn't she open with this?" Zara wondered. "Instead of…whatever that stunt before was?"
"Caution and paranoia," Saudia sighed. "She likes hard facts and as much information as possible. Admirable, but I've illustrated that results are more important now. Actual results."
"About time," Zara muttered. "Well, hopefully she can pull that off. In the meantime, I'll have my soldiers ready for an XCOM attack here."
"See to it," Saudia ordered, before turning to Diguon. "You understand your part?"
He nodded. "Yes, Director."
"Good," Saudia said. "Then I think that's all that needs to be discussed."
"What of the aliens?" Diguon asked. "Have they communicated anything recently?"
"No," Saudia shook her head. "Not yet, but I wouldn't be surprised to hear from them soon. They'll need to be reassured of our capabilities. It'll be handled."
"Let's hope so," Zara muttered. "Good luck with that, Saudia. In the meantime, I've got a trap to prepare."
The Bastion, Communications Center
"Yes, he arrived a few hours ago," Matthew confirmed as Saudia kept pacing. "I've let him know what we're doing, but he just took it and walked off."
"He likes to work on his own," Saudia confirmed with a sigh. "You don't have to worry about him, though. He won't interfere in anything you have planned."
Matthew pursed his lips. "He better not. But I'll take your word for it."
Saudia nodded. The Chronicler was somewhat fickle sometimes, but he did keep to himself and didn't like to tell others his complete plans. But he was trustworthy and that granted some leeway in her eyes. "I spoke with Elizabeth and Diguon, we have a plan to respond to XCOM."
His eyes lit up. "Ah, excellent. Zara updated me on the plan for the Mercado estate. Not ideal, but better than potentially losing everything. What about Elizabeth?"
"The Brazilian government is going to collapse," Saudia informed him. "I'd expect there to be repercussions in America. Consider this a heads up."
He whistled. "Interesting. Unfortunate we'll likely not gain control of Brazil, but something needed to happen. In the meantime, I've got some interesting developments in the American military."
Saudia nodded. "Go on."
He picked up a tablet and began reading it. "The President has ramped up military production to an incredible rate. Every branch is working overtime to gear up and gather more recruits. She's going to roll out a recruitment initiative in the next week, but the more interesting news is that the experimental warfare divisions across America have got a massive influx of resources."
"How?" Saudia asked, frowning. "Wouldn't Congress need to authorize something like that?"
"They did," Matthew answered, looking up at her. "Though not in a straightforward way. American politicians have an annoying habit of including additional stuff in bills without telling anyone, sometimes things not having to do with the bill at all. This was one such inclusion, wrapped in with a bill that authorized the increased military production I told you about. Even if the populace isn't exactly afraid yet, the politicians certainly are and a strong military is good for them."
"Keep an eye on that," Saudia ordered, thinking. This could be good for them, provided they had the means to see what the United States was developing. They might be able to incorporate some of it into their own military. "In the meantime-"
Her earpiece buzzed and she clicked it immediately. Ethan wouldn't buzz her if it wasn't urgent. "What is it?"
"The Speaker is requesting to speak to you," Ethan updated grimly, his voice tense. "And he mentioned to me they're coming here."
"What?" Saudia demanded. "Now?"
"It sounded that way," Ethan confirmed. "I'm preparing defenses now. I think you should talk to him."
She scowled. "Put him through," looking towards a confused Matthew she explained. "It seems the aliens are deciding to pay another unexpected visit."
He pursed his lips. "Not good."
"He's being patched through now," Saudia answered. "Let's see what he wants. I'll cut off holographic representation. You can still watch, but he won't see."
Matthew gave a quick nod and she shut off his hologram and a quarter-minute later, the hologram of the alien appeared, looking as smug as ever. She wondered if he had any other cloths besides the same black ones he always wore. "Director," he greeted smoothly. "A pleasure to see you again."
She straightened to her full height. "I presume there is a reason you're contacting me?"
The smile vanished from his face and his featured hardened to a decidedly alien expression that looked torn between seriousness and fury. "Right to business, I see. Yes, Director, there is. We are coming to the Bastion to retrieve the remainder of the Furies. Since you requested a message ahead of time, I felt it prudent to honor it."
Saudia glared at him. "So soon after the last one? You're treading a thin line, Speaker. You can only come and take what you want so many times before there are…issues."
"I have my orders," the Speaker stated firmly. "This is not a request, Director. We will discuss this further once I land." He inclined his head and ended the call.
She activated Matthew's hologram again and he was staring in the place the Speaker had been, arms crossed. "They are becoming a problem."
"Agreed," Saudia muttered. "We might have to sever ties sooner than later."
"I'll let you deal with them," Matthew said. "Good luck, Director."
He ended his call and she spun on her heel and stormed to the hangar. This was pushing a line, even for an alien species that so obviously considered themselves superior. It was a blatant showing of authority that she was currently forced to accept or be attacked. It was becoming closer to a hostile takeover and this scenario only had several options. Play along, or go to war.
And they weren't quite at the level to challenge the aliens yet, especially with XCOM hunting them.
She reached the hangar where Ethan and twenty of his soldiers stood ready for the alien's arrival. She'd learned from last time and the Bastion was staffed to capacity, militarily, with dozens more soldiers throughout the building in addition to all the integrated defenses. Should the aliens push to far, she was certain they would be defeated.
"Open it," she ordered the guard standing by the hangar door. He nodded and the large door opened while squeaking and groaning from the cold. Just outside she saw the same UFO that had visited the Bastion before, or at least the same kind.
Just outside the hangar was the Speaker, and only the Speaker. She frowned. Hmm. His entourage must have either stayed in the ship, or he'd come alone, which she found highly unlikely. The alien glanced up at the rising hangar door, and hands clasped behind his back, approached her.
She raised a hand, motioning her soldiers to stay in place while she walked forward toward him. He stooped about twenty feet from the soldiers, clearly waiting for her to arrive. At this distance, they could speak in relative privacy, which was no doubt what the alien wanted.
"Director," he greeted, inclining his head.
"Speaker," she returned, not bothering to hide her displeasure.
He looked behind her, the corners of his lips twitching. "Tell me, Director, do you greet all your guests with such an escort, or only your allies?"
"Only ones who misjudge their authority," Saudia answered, looking down at him. "There are limits, Speaker. Ones your superiors do not seem to understand."
He raised a hand in deference. "Contrary to what you seem to believe, I am not responsible for this. I would prefer we leave you to your own devices. But the Elders feel otherwise, and have sent me to convey that they are…displeased with the current state of XCOM and humanity as a whole."
Ah, so that's was what this was about. "They are being dealt with," Saudia stated, wishing it was a few days in the future. "But these attacks take time, and XCOM is not an insignificant opponent."
"Is that right?" The alien asked, cocking his head. "You have been attacked twice, two of your major bases are under threat of an XCOM attack and your apparent…leak…to turn the populace against XCOM failed. Neither the Elders, nor I, believe that they are being dealt with."
"We are enacting the proper contingencies we have," Saudia assured him. "Should XCOM attack either base, they will get nothing. In regards in a more…tangible blow to XCOM, one of the Council Nations will leave within a few days."
The Speaker appraised her, his eyes hidden behind the spectacles. "That you even have to prepare for such an attack speaks to either your own arrogance, overconfidence or incompetence when dealing with XCOM. You were warned they were a threat, and yet you treated them no differently." His voice turned harsh. "And now they threaten you. You thrive on secrecy. What use will you be to us when your greatest advantage is stripped away by XCOM?"
"EXALT has survived centuries," Saudia responded coldly. "You think this is the first time we have been threatened? You think there haven't been times when we've almost been exposed? This has not been the first time, and likely won't be the last. XCOM will be stopped, you have my assurance."
"So I take this to mean you will win if they attack?" The Speaker demanded.
"Without question," Saudia promised. "If they attack us, they will all die."
The alien unexpectedly broke into an eerie smile. "For your sake, Director, I hope you are right."
"Is that a threat?" She demanded.
"A statement," the alien answered simply. "You are running out of chances to justify our investment with you. Should it get worse, the Elders will see no reason to continue it."
"Tell me," Saudia said, glaring at him. "Do you actually speak to the Elders themselves?"
He nodded. "Yes."
"Good," Saudia stepped back. "Then tell them the next time they are "displeased" with me, to come down themselves. Unless you come for a separate reason, you will no longer be allowed within the Bastion. I will not deal with intermediaries anymore."
He stiffened. "Be careful with your requests, Director," he said softly, his voice turning to a slight hiss at the end. "I assure you that you do not want the Elders to become involved."
She stared at him coldly. "Your warning is considered. Convey the message to them."
They looked at each other in silence for a few minutes. "Very well," the Speaker finally said. "I will. I would suggest you not fail again, should your request be granted."
"Noted," Saudia stated. "Convey that we will also not turn any more psionic subjects after the ones you will collect today. Should we agree to turn over more, it will be at our discretion, not yours."
"You are in no position-" The Speaker began.
"Yes, I am," Saudia interrupted, raising a fist. "You are our allies, not our superiors. You do not command us. You work with us. We are willing to do that, but we are not underneath you and will not be treated as such. Do I make myself clear?"
"Or what?" The alien hissed, his calm demeanor dropping momentarily.
"Or our alliance will be concluded," Saudia finished. "We will both lose more by splitting than remaining together. But it will be as equals. Nothing more or less."
The alien was silent again. "I will convey your…words…to the Elders," he finally said. "But I will warn you, should the Elders come speak to you in person, do not address them with such disrespect. Not if you value your life."
Saudia pursed her lips. "Duly noted," she stepped aside and waved her hand towards the inner hangar. "Now, let's collect what you came for."
The Speaker nodded and they both walked further into the hangar towards the final pair of Furies.