(OOC Thread)
(Theme Song)
"There must be some kind of way out of here, "
Said the joker to the thief,
"There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief.
Business men – they drink my wine
Plowmen dig my earth
None will level on the line
Nobody of it is worth."
Luxembourg
European Federation
The assembled cast of finely dressed ladies and gentlemen, 13 of them seated in circle was silent. In the middle of a large and darkly lit room, a Gothic fireplace being the only source of light in the room. They were all waiting for the man in the middle of the circle to begin speaking, A middle aged man who wore a partly-unbuttoned white shirt and a black jacket, with close-cropped light brown hair and steely blue eyes, a smirk on his face as he addressed his compatriots. He was handsome by almost any standard, with a magnetic aura around him, a charisma that knew no bounds. "My friends," he began, his voice a rich baritone with a light New England accent, "This week has seen some rather fortuitous events happening in our favor" A chorus of eyes echoed in the room.
"You call the disappearance of one of my research stations fortunate?" Asked one of the seated women, a blonde haired woman with a slim frame that fit into a white dress, a glass of champagne in her hand and a steely expression on her face, betraying no emotion except mild condescension. "The heiress speaks" Said the standing man, provoking light chuckling from some of the seated. "Have you not received the report Milady?"
"I have, and I wasn't pleased. 2 Billion Euros in assets lost, 800 of my best researchers dead or soon to be and a Nano-virus getting out, you would not fault me if I didn't see this as a fortuitous turn of events."
The man smiled, "But milady, you are not seeing the big picture! With this nano-virus we will begin the cleanse of this vile Earth, and bring about our plans for the Master Race"
The lady in white scowled, "Still on about that Master Race hogwash eh?" She quipped, provoking equal amounts of scowls and chuckles. "You'll see the justness of our cause soon enough Milady" The man asked, unflappable. "What are we to do about the nano-virus? Should we not inform the Chinese and the Russians? Or even the North Americans" Asked one of the seated men, a thin dark skinned man with an almost inhuman beauty to him. "They'll find out with or without us" answered the standing man. "Now I believe it is time for us to retire, ladies and gentlemen. I bid you a good night.
As the 13 men and women went out of the room to rest for the night the standing man pulled something from his pocket, a holo projector. Turning it on, it displayed some sort of organism, enlarged, even though in reality it was incomprehensibly tiny. He smiled, "The Sword of Damocles is upon us"