Interlude
The Vanguard Secure Computing Tower (VSC) in Mudaba Adin…
“You know you really screwed things up, the mission was simple, even with our informant, the youths have defeated you on two separate occasions,” the woman spoke in a calm collected voice. She was tall, and wore a black business suit, with small spectacles. Her dark hair was worn short, as she paced across the large office. Her image on the screen was no less imposing to the two men seated in the conference room overlooking Mudaba Adin.
“Miss Walsh it isn’t that simple, these elites, even if they are just children in some cases possess a wide variety of abilities. This is not exactly a conventional type of snatch and grab,” Capt. Hajim replied, his voice stern and deep, “The informant may be real, but without a sizeable strike force, I don’t see any viability to capture this elite.”
The second man, a slim African male dressed in a green suit nodded as well, “President Adid is appreciative of the cybernetic modifications, and technology, but finds our lack of progress, most disturbing.”
Linda Walsh turned fully to her audience, “Well, whatever your agenda is Captain, it has no business with me, but you are putting VSC in a dangerous predicament. We cannot help you any longer, or we risk endangering our assets, you understand of course?”
Capt. Hajim scowled, but nodded, “Well then at least give us the name of the informant, I can’t return to the Congo Protectorate, empty handed.”
“I don’t think so, you see the most important part of business is control. I control the information, then I control you, and I see no reason to relinquish control to you, Captain. I think our business here is done, I bid you adieu,” Linda replied before the encrypted video feed ended.
Capt. Hajim stood, “How much is that information going to cost me?”
The businessman in green replied with a crooked, “That depends on just how deep your pocket book is Captain, and you understand the role of supply and demand don’t you?”
Capt. Hajim boiled on the inside, he could kill this man with a simple gesture, snapping his neck, but it would prove nothing, he finally relented, “I will get in contact with President Adid, and then contact you via the normal channels.”
The man smiled, “You get the money, and I can supply you with information, but as Linda Walsh said, the informant is ours.”