TheMemecromancer t1_j08wle0 wrote
Part 1
"Gentlemen" , spoke the Director. A wide wooden table was host to a small group of men in suits. With the folders each one carried and their elegance, it would probably fool the untrained eye into thinking it was a normal corporate meeting by executives. However, the people sitting were among the deadliest in the country, and the contents in their folders would probably make a tinfoil maniac out of the average Joe.
"It has fallen into my attention" , he continued, "that a metropolitan journalist who goes by Clark Kent has been stumbling disruptively close to many of the people present in this room's more sensitive projects. How should this situation be approached?".
"This man is currently aware of classified information that no person outside of the Agency has managed to manipulate without having their lives in jeopardy. Clark Kent has to be dealt with as swiftly as possible." , said Jasper Thompson, a high-ranking expert on assasinations.
"Yes, Thompson, it is being worked on unsuccessfully as we speak. Mr. Kent has unwittingly rejected food and office drinks laced with the deadliest toxins on this planet, survived any attempted traffic accidents, and all direct physical attempts carried out in Metropolis have been stopped by his red and blue buddy. So, any ideas?" replied the Director.
The room fell silent. Seconds later, a low, yet indistinct chatter began. Whispers were exchanged, archives shown around, and the possibility of metahuman killers was thrown around, until the low-ranking intern who had entered to take away their finished coffees decided to speak:
"Have you tried fishing him out of the city?"
"As unauthorized as you might be to stay within this meeting, I plead you to elaborate.".
"Here's the thing: If you try to do anything actually certain to him in Metropolis, such as setting up a sniper, the boy scout will simply scoop down and save him. But what about cities outside of the big S' territory? What about a shithole like Gotham, where we could bet for having half the town on our payroll and on him?".
The Director stood silent for a few seconds, as he slowly processed the available courses of action. Quickly after, he got up from his chair, and started the familiar order barking everyone was looking forward to. "You've got a point. Richard, elaborate a distraction story to draw Kent into Gotham. Gerry, delay all possible transport so as to buy us time for the set up. Jasper, arrange an agreement with Oswald Cobblepot and Roman Sionis, we do not need their organized crime rings to breathe on our necks. I will talk to Amanda Waller a few days after this meeting, and we will see if her goon squad can handle the mess ol' Smallville is getting himself into".
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