09-13-2016, 02:04 PM
Beto's mouth turned down as he listened to Little Bird. This was not some harmless little society like Skull and Crossbones that powerful men in government enjoyed as social clubs.
What he heard was conspiracy. Not "Conspiracy", that pathetic excuse used by weak people to explain away what they could not understand, or their lack of power. Moon landing. Assassination. The X-Files.
No, this was RICO. The legal definition of conspiracy. And he would bring the full weight of his office to bear. A thought occurred. Of necessity, some of them would have their hooks in Justice. He would have to consider his steps. Review those he worked with. Look for patterns. Not just tattoos, though that would be telling, however stupid it seemed. Marking yourself a member of a dangerous cult was self defeating, in his opinion.
And then Little Bird had to leave. He accepted the contact and rose to shake his hand. "A pleasure Mr. Little Bird. I look forward to speaking with you further. I think we have much to do."
Once he was gone, Beto nodded at Ms. Makawee to continue. Interesting. "The CDC. Makes sense. If you want to find powered-humans and the sickness is the indicator, then it stands to reason."
His cool blue eyes met hers and he studied her. Young. Idealistic. Trusting. Naive in many ways. But useful for all those reason. Their goals did not appear to be disparate. "I would like to meet this man who....assisted you. I believe Justice might be helped by such a meeting."
He stood up. "In the meantime, it appears that you have a made a decision concerning your employment. And that you find yourself in need of a job. I could use a consultant in Washington in these matters. Both regarding the sickness and powered-humans. I would appreciate your help."
Perhaps, too, she could draw out some of these Atharim hiding in Justice. She may not appreciate being bait. But he needed a finger hold, to begin his pursuit.
What he heard was conspiracy. Not "Conspiracy", that pathetic excuse used by weak people to explain away what they could not understand, or their lack of power. Moon landing. Assassination. The X-Files.
No, this was RICO. The legal definition of conspiracy. And he would bring the full weight of his office to bear. A thought occurred. Of necessity, some of them would have their hooks in Justice. He would have to consider his steps. Review those he worked with. Look for patterns. Not just tattoos, though that would be telling, however stupid it seemed. Marking yourself a member of a dangerous cult was self defeating, in his opinion.
And then Little Bird had to leave. He accepted the contact and rose to shake his hand. "A pleasure Mr. Little Bird. I look forward to speaking with you further. I think we have much to do."
Once he was gone, Beto nodded at Ms. Makawee to continue. Interesting. "The CDC. Makes sense. If you want to find powered-humans and the sickness is the indicator, then it stands to reason."
His cool blue eyes met hers and he studied her. Young. Idealistic. Trusting. Naive in many ways. But useful for all those reason. Their goals did not appear to be disparate. "I would like to meet this man who....assisted you. I believe Justice might be helped by such a meeting."
He stood up. "In the meantime, it appears that you have a made a decision concerning your employment. And that you find yourself in need of a job. I could use a consultant in Washington in these matters. Both regarding the sickness and powered-humans. I would appreciate your help."
Perhaps, too, she could draw out some of these Atharim hiding in Justice. She may not appreciate being bait. But he needed a finger hold, to begin his pursuit.