03-08-2020, 12:21 AM
The Ascendancy departed the platform to the call of questions from the media team. They wanted to know what he would do next, but obviously he wasn’t about to announce the plan to a gaggle of reporters. He primarily spoke about historical past precedent, the desire to avoid conflict between the Texans and the federal government, and the potential for future alliances. Instead, the first thing he did was call Scion Marveet. The man was in Texas, wrangling the Amenguals into delivering the power, money, and arms to support Jessika Thrice’s plan. Of course, clearly, it never was her plan.
The grizzled face of Scion illuminated the holo screen. He bowed his head with sincere deference, “Ascendancy,” he said. “All is proceeding according to plan.” Scion swiped a few files into Nikolai’s field of view. Outcomes from the meetings he was holding with North American steel processing opened; the official reason Scion Marveet was in Texas.
“And Amengual?” Nikolai said. He counted on the drug lord’s ambition to proceed his actions. Scion was a statue, and Nikolai instinctively seized the power, reading the definition displayed on the holo before him. “Tell me what has happened this moment, Scion.” The grizzled Russian took a breath, clearly disturbed.
“He’s momentarily unaccounted for,” he said.
Rage seared outside the threshold of his power. Scion continued, “and the factory is destroyed.” The factory where they made the serum that sedated channelers was a key element to Amengual’s control of Texan civilians.
“How?” Nikolai replied as Scion swiped another report, this one heavily encrypted. The video was dismal.
Nikolai accounted for a lot of deviant outcomes, but this one was considered unlikely.
“I’ll know within a day.”
Nikolai shook his head, “You have six hours.”
The grizzled face of Scion illuminated the holo screen. He bowed his head with sincere deference, “Ascendancy,” he said. “All is proceeding according to plan.” Scion swiped a few files into Nikolai’s field of view. Outcomes from the meetings he was holding with North American steel processing opened; the official reason Scion Marveet was in Texas.
“And Amengual?” Nikolai said. He counted on the drug lord’s ambition to proceed his actions. Scion was a statue, and Nikolai instinctively seized the power, reading the definition displayed on the holo before him. “Tell me what has happened this moment, Scion.” The grizzled Russian took a breath, clearly disturbed.
“He’s momentarily unaccounted for,” he said.
Rage seared outside the threshold of his power. Scion continued, “and the factory is destroyed.” The factory where they made the serum that sedated channelers was a key element to Amengual’s control of Texan civilians.
“How?” Nikolai replied as Scion swiped another report, this one heavily encrypted. The video was dismal.
Nikolai accounted for a lot of deviant outcomes, but this one was considered unlikely.
“I’ll know within a day.”
Nikolai shook his head, “You have six hours.”