Interlude
Somewhere in Mudaba Adin…
The room was still as a single large figure watched live CNN news feed, his scowl deepening as the reporter interviewed two young elites, Paladin and Comet. His fist clenched at the name of the two, and a moment later, his fist was through the screen shattering it with ease.
The door to the makeshift office opened as a smaller thinner man, in plain clothes cleared his throat before speaking in French, “Capt. Hajim, you have a message waiting for your authorization.”
Capt. Hajim stood slowly, standing at nearly seven feet in height he was a great bear of a man, and that frame was riddled with the finest enhancements science could provide, much of it illegal, but very effective. Hajim cracked his neck and spoke in kind, “This had better be important, private.”
The two walked out into a large warehouse, where several men were polishing weapons, and prepping vehicles, a makeshift headquarters of sorts. Capt. Hajim paused in front of a large monitor and nodded to the private to proceed. The private punched in a security code, and then quickly excused himself as the image solidified bearing the face of Adaba Adid, his stern glare enhanced by his dark ebony skin and bald head.
Capt. Hajim spoke first, “You honor me with your presence, President Adid,” he replied formally.
Adaba leaned back in his chair, “Skip the pleasantries, captain, what went wrong?”
“They were stronger then I had realized, especially for Bravo class elites. It did not help that they had a Charlie class elite with them, we have identified her as Kim Jun Min, an instructor at the institute. I have contemplated making a full scale assault against the institute, but the amount of elites at the school, could make such a maneuver, highly unsuccessful,” Capt. Hajim replied speaking beautiful French.
“Idiot, pure foolishness, we will have to wait, keep a low profile, this will push my timetable back,” Adaba pauses thinking, his mind calculating in seconds what would take most men hours, “the device is nearing completion, and my partner has been very explicit in what he wants. But, we will have to wait for a more opportune moment to grab him.”
“Your will is my bond, shall we continue our recon then?” Capt. Hajim replied.
“Yes, I may have to call in some favors, if you think you have a chance to subdue and capture the elite then do so, but he is not to be harmed overly much, my partner wants him intact and whole. Though I am sure he won’t mind if we farm some genetic samples for furthered research,” Adaba added, “maintain recon on the subject, and on the other elites around him, from the sounds of it, that little stunt of yours may just make my life a little bit more miserable.”
“I will handle this sir,” Capt. Hajim replied sharply.
“Good, because failure to the CPA is not acceptable, captain, not at all,” Adaba leaned back as the feed descrambled, and then the encrypted line went dead. Capt. Hajim scowled once more, the young elites had made him and his forces look like fools, but the second time around would be a different story, he would make sure of it.
