[18th January 2009]

[Government Offices, Kildare Street, Dublin]

"What in the name of Jaysus did you authorise Ruairi? Magicians? Demons? And why is the Prince of Wales under guard in one of our goddamned hospitals?" Cathleen Monahan, TD, Minister for Transport, and close political ally muttered as the cabinet met in a secret, albeit emergency, meeting at close to midnight after a very long and stressful day. Joys of being in charge he found, being made An Taoiseach had seemed a great idea at the time, but right now it certainly didn't feel like it despite the relief that a major disaster had been headed off by doing so. So best to drop the formal nonsense amongst them and get opinions formed on what to do next after said mission and its aftermath. He sighed tiredly and rubbed at his hair.

"Because Cathleen, he was brought back with our...intervention team when they evacuated the scene of the battle with the...demon..." it still sounded absurd but he'd seen the footage. It was all a messed up horror film really and their own 'agent' was nearly as bad. But in the good way considering the level of threat that had been there...and the bullet they'd managed to dodge thanks to the thrown together team of agents. Honestly he hadn't slept since authorising the potentially disastrous mission; damned if he did and damned if he didn't. Why in God's name had he ever wanted this position?

"...via means of...sigh...teleportation to an undisclosed..."

"We have teleporting wizards on the payroll?" his Minister for Agriculture asked looking up the files messily strewn out before him so typical of Frank. Man had been messy in his filing systems from top to bottom since he'd first met him. Rotated through unhappy and overworked secretaries at a dreadful rate and wouldn't be let leave the room with any sort of paperwork related to this in case it went walkabout. Still he waved his hand at the Tipperary man to be quiet and let him continue.

"Yes Frank, now they withdrew because while the mission had been successful it was discovered one of the main contacts related to the...events...regarding this Caligula Club and the possession of the member of the British Royal Family was likely a prime suspect in causing said possession. What's worse in the brief time G2 have had the security footage...disgusting and vile footage, we have managed to identify this disturbing speech by this individual indicating this may have been an attempt at a coup to install said this demonic entity as ruler of the United Kingdom that went out of control. Perhaps luckily considering the events but the Captain assigned from the Army Ranger Wing decided that attempting a more conventional means of withdrawal may have been dangerously risky as we are..."

He sighed deeply "...as they were simply unaware how far this conspiracy goes within the British Establishment, and even right now we're only able to begin compiling a list based on the data captured during the operation. Good news it wasn't all extensive nor incredibly organised as best we can tell, but the Bad News is that part of the British Government is being run by Demon Summoning Satanists. Incompetent ones at that seemingly, something I not sure is a good or a bad thing considering what we have witnessed in the past two days! So they took the Prince back with them rather than risk him being...repossessed or killed and his death blamed upon our agents"

What was also concerning was the implication from the English...wizard...they'd recruited that the younger Prince had sought to have his elder brother killed in the exorcism. Not only were there Tory Satanists running around but it seemed the members of the Royal Family were also trying to kill each other evidently for what should be a mere ceremonial role. At least he'd thought it was a ceremonial role...but this insanity was really starting to hint at it being more than that. These revelations brought about another round of shouting and questions that dragged on out of his control for a few minutes before he managed to quieten them all down by slamming his hands on the solid wood table. Well except his fellow conspirator in this operation, O'Mahon formerly on Defence and now Finance, who sat tiredly rubbing at his forehead and reading at the reports as the others had argued away.

"QUIET THE LOT OF YOU! Now Oscar, give them your report and recommendations, and we'll discuss because come the crack of dawn Seamus and Iveagh House are going to have to tell someone something over in the British Embassy.

It was Oscar's pet project that had brought all this craziness to cause them to be having an emergency meeting in the dark of night "G2 feels there are several back channels into MI6 that they can selectively leak an overview of events to that can sidestep any interference from above. This series of events didn't have broad support by all indications, but we can't afford it getting public and causing chaos and panic. So we tell their intel services, hope it doesn't devolve into some crazy magical civil war, and wait for them to come back to us with a proposal on...everything. Till then we have the Prince of Wales at a secure facility, both as collateral against actions against us...and to find out his willingness in the events as well ensuring no further possession and future Demon King of our neighbours...sigh..."

"...in the mean time we need to rapidly establish a working group around the 'intervention team', drawing from within the Gardai, the Army, Finance and any other relevant disciplines we bloody well need to ready a response if this isn't the end of this situation in the magical matters. And to deal with accessing who was involved in this mess on their based on the data we've retrieved and for..."

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[19th January 2009]

[Undisclosed Location, United Kingdom]

...Sir Peter Marston wasn't going to be long for this world, nor would several other people who had managed to land the big, stinkiest pile of shit on the desk of Section Chief Jason David Wynn-Jones of Counter Terrorism that he'd ever imagined seeing in his career. Of course Sir Peter wasn't aware that he was going to suffer a fatal car crash once they'd managed figure how deep the rot had gone. And how they'd managed to miss this utterly disastrous situation and be completely out played by a group of people that they'd thought of as a bunch of damned muck savages till a few hours ago.

Senior Members of the Civil Service?

Members of Parliament and possibly a Cabinet Member?

Members of the Royal Family itself?

Magicians running around the City fighting Demon possessed members of the Royal Family?

He glanced towards two of his senior analysts as they entered the room "Report?"

"Georgina Snow has arrived Sir, and we've picked up Hezlet, Maynard and Ashcroft in the past hour. Bad news, we can confirm that the footage sent to us clearly shows Sir Trevor at least two instances of these...parties...with those involved. His allegiances as such should be considered concerning, and we've already ordered Vauxhall Cross locked down with those with known loyalties"

"Anything further on how they managed to get themselves and the Prince of Wales out of the country with no one noticing?" he ground out turning back to the 'interview' with Sir Peter taking place at this off the books location of the SIS. Great he could add their nominal civilian superior to the list of suspected traitors who had evidently tried to launch a silent coup within the government through means unknown.

Now the Irish Intelligence Services had somehow managed to discover, dispatch a team, neutralise the threat and then vanish off with a member of the Royal Family without anyone noticing till they turned around and informed SIS about what was occurring. Heads were going to fucking roll in his organisation and the government over this humiliation once, if, they managed to extricate themselves from the would-be putschists ambitions. What's worse this had been a huge favour from nominal allies...which just added to the loss of face in his mind.

'My God, the day has come where I actually want a Labour government in instead of this bunch of self destructive imbeciles' he mused darkly as the severe faced blonde Emma answered his query in the negative "Negative Sir, we have managed to estimated where they entered the country but their trail in London becomes elusive till they hit the Caligula Club and then...they literally vanish in the aftermath. There are no traces that we can find of them or the Prince leaving the country in the time currently available to us"

"Keep up the investigation, we have to understand how they managed to pull this sort of operation off without anyone realising and then close it before someone actually bloody hostile makes use of it..." he instructed resisting the urge to slam his hand down on the table. Incompetence everywhere and failure at every turn in the past few hours whether it came to catching Satan worshipping idiots or seemingly invisible Irishmen "...and any word on this John Constantine that Ms. Snow requested we involve in this matter?

Emma paused, then held back a wince "Apologies Sir, but we believe he has been either recruited or eliminated by the believed Irish exorcism team"

Now his fist slammed unto the desk "Oh for fuck sake..."

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