07-28-2014, 01:05 AM
The days following the attack on the Embassy were eventful. So far the Government had managed the national PR, although there was a sect of supporters that had welcomed the attack and pressed him to go so far as to destroy ALL embassies; suffice to say their zeal had been tempered. The rest of the citizens had been largely pacified and their anger was re-directed towards the Cartels Lords.
The secondary concern had been dealt with, but he had yet to make peace with the US. Hence Damien was ‘summoned’ by Monero to negotiate the delicate situation with the newly arrived US dignitary.
For such an occasion, Damien donned a simple suit of dark blue hues and a sedate grey shirt. None of his usual entourage accompanied him either. He had entered the building with only three people. Gamez, Rosita and Camila. The last caused a stir among his more zealous companions, but he had granted the woman her wish. Doubtless she did not see this particular meeting as fulfilling her promise yet it was important that she experience the true nature of his conviction.
The room Monero chose was the obvious one and Damien smiled in satisfaction. The same room he had convinced the Government to work alongside him. It would serve as a reminder to all the officials who would attend today. The list was impressive. Monero led the Mexican party with the head of Foreign Affairs, Internal Security, Chief Justice and their clerks following suit.
Damien took a seat in front of the panel of Mexican officials set apart for him. There were twelve chairs set out for him and his companions, an honour he did not neglect to notice. “It is an honour, President.”
He started with a bow of his head. “How may I help you today?”
“Welcome, Mr. Oakland. You have been summoned to discuss the matter of the Embassy attack,”
Monero played his role well as the dignified President addressing a mere mercenary. “We are concerned about the repercussions this tragedy may bring upon Mexico. I would like to say first that we appreciate your help, but we cannot risk a war with the US.”
Like a true politician he danced around the subject. Damien smiled, although he could have throttled Monero for his hesitance. “I take it you are referring to my past,”
he said pleasantly. “The reports are true, I was an inmate of San Quentin, sentenced to death seven years ago.”
His blunt revelation painted shock on all but Monero and Chief Justice Alavo’s faces. The Chief Justice was a stocky with his build more suited to wrestling than lawmaking. His skills were nothing to be distained though. His insight had proven extremely useful.
Damien continued heedless of the buzz that surrounded him. “I was convicted for first degree murder. The murder of a Senator and his daughter. “
The buzz grew louder, but Damien’s smile was still pleasant. “I do not expect you to listen to my excuses, so I shall ask the Chief Justice to speak.”
Alavo rose and cleared his throat. His short black hair was slick with sweat from the heat of the room. “Mr. Oakland brought this to my attention knowing that this may happen. In the interest of Mexico’s continued prosperity, I have devoted much of my time to investigating his case. What I found was most disturbing. I have not yet compiled a full report; however, I have found evidence of foul play and obstruction of justice. I believe that Mr. Oakland was targeted, possibly in an attempt to cover up the nature of his unique abilities.”
Alavo paused and looked around the room. Another politician at heart. “What I found most disturbing is certain links between affluent US businessmen and Mexican Cartels. This miscarriage of justice concerns not only Mr. Oakland, but the Mexican people. In light of my research, I must support Mr. Oakland’s claim to innocence and demand the United States be made accountable for its people’s misconduct. May I remind all present that Mr. Oakland has proven to be a staunch ally of Mexico while the United States has sat by idly, perhaps even aided the cartels. I do not suggest the Government attempt to challenge the United States, but I urge all of you to show them that we are not puppets to perpetuate the United States’ agenda.”
That gave the others pause, but Damien thought it overkill. Nonetheless, it served his purpose, although he doubted the cartels had anything to do with his conviction. The link had been provided as a bridge linking Mexican interests and his own. Both claims Alavo made were true in a fashion. Damien’s trial was indeed a farce the sentence unjust but he had killed them and while the cartels had ties to some extremely powerful US citizens, they were not involved in his case.
Damien turned to Camila and dropped his smile to speak in a whispered tone. “The Chief Justice may be prone to political exaggeration but he does not lie. However, he failed to mention how I came to Mexico. I tell you plainly – I freed myself. With the same power I use to cleanse Mexico. Tell me, do you regret your decision, now that you know my past?”
<small>(Apologies it took so long. I have been busy.)</small>
The secondary concern had been dealt with, but he had yet to make peace with the US. Hence Damien was ‘summoned’ by Monero to negotiate the delicate situation with the newly arrived US dignitary.
For such an occasion, Damien donned a simple suit of dark blue hues and a sedate grey shirt. None of his usual entourage accompanied him either. He had entered the building with only three people. Gamez, Rosita and Camila. The last caused a stir among his more zealous companions, but he had granted the woman her wish. Doubtless she did not see this particular meeting as fulfilling her promise yet it was important that she experience the true nature of his conviction.
The room Monero chose was the obvious one and Damien smiled in satisfaction. The same room he had convinced the Government to work alongside him. It would serve as a reminder to all the officials who would attend today. The list was impressive. Monero led the Mexican party with the head of Foreign Affairs, Internal Security, Chief Justice and their clerks following suit.
Damien took a seat in front of the panel of Mexican officials set apart for him. There were twelve chairs set out for him and his companions, an honour he did not neglect to notice. “It is an honour, President.”
He started with a bow of his head. “How may I help you today?”
“Welcome, Mr. Oakland. You have been summoned to discuss the matter of the Embassy attack,”
Monero played his role well as the dignified President addressing a mere mercenary. “We are concerned about the repercussions this tragedy may bring upon Mexico. I would like to say first that we appreciate your help, but we cannot risk a war with the US.”
Like a true politician he danced around the subject. Damien smiled, although he could have throttled Monero for his hesitance. “I take it you are referring to my past,”
he said pleasantly. “The reports are true, I was an inmate of San Quentin, sentenced to death seven years ago.”
His blunt revelation painted shock on all but Monero and Chief Justice Alavo’s faces. The Chief Justice was a stocky with his build more suited to wrestling than lawmaking. His skills were nothing to be distained though. His insight had proven extremely useful.
Damien continued heedless of the buzz that surrounded him. “I was convicted for first degree murder. The murder of a Senator and his daughter. “
The buzz grew louder, but Damien’s smile was still pleasant. “I do not expect you to listen to my excuses, so I shall ask the Chief Justice to speak.”
Alavo rose and cleared his throat. His short black hair was slick with sweat from the heat of the room. “Mr. Oakland brought this to my attention knowing that this may happen. In the interest of Mexico’s continued prosperity, I have devoted much of my time to investigating his case. What I found was most disturbing. I have not yet compiled a full report; however, I have found evidence of foul play and obstruction of justice. I believe that Mr. Oakland was targeted, possibly in an attempt to cover up the nature of his unique abilities.”
Alavo paused and looked around the room. Another politician at heart. “What I found most disturbing is certain links between affluent US businessmen and Mexican Cartels. This miscarriage of justice concerns not only Mr. Oakland, but the Mexican people. In light of my research, I must support Mr. Oakland’s claim to innocence and demand the United States be made accountable for its people’s misconduct. May I remind all present that Mr. Oakland has proven to be a staunch ally of Mexico while the United States has sat by idly, perhaps even aided the cartels. I do not suggest the Government attempt to challenge the United States, but I urge all of you to show them that we are not puppets to perpetuate the United States’ agenda.”
That gave the others pause, but Damien thought it overkill. Nonetheless, it served his purpose, although he doubted the cartels had anything to do with his conviction. The link had been provided as a bridge linking Mexican interests and his own. Both claims Alavo made were true in a fashion. Damien’s trial was indeed a farce the sentence unjust but he had killed them and while the cartels had ties to some extremely powerful US citizens, they were not involved in his case.
Damien turned to Camila and dropped his smile to speak in a whispered tone. “The Chief Justice may be prone to political exaggeration but he does not lie. However, he failed to mention how I came to Mexico. I tell you plainly – I freed myself. With the same power I use to cleanse Mexico. Tell me, do you regret your decision, now that you know my past?”
<small>(Apologies it took so long. I have been busy.)</small>