"I believe the only reason there were so many casualties the last time we sent out a team is because of the lack of information and equipment on our side. But this time, we have enough information about Moonfour, not to mention the well-trained personnel. And I believe we will be able to retrieve it," Miss Havishma defended her case.
"Retrieve it?" Grace chimed in. "Moonfour was never for the Weirs. You managed to convince us last time to let you run your suicide mission. Not anymore."
Miss Havishma pressed her temple and sighed. "Moonfour may not be for the Weirs, but I'll have you know that no planet in the galaxy knows the use of Moonfour as the D.H. do. And if we can get our hands on it, we will be above all other planets..."
"And what are these uses you speak of Havishma?"
"That is Department H private Intel. But you can enlist to become an agent and you'll receive the full information..."
Grace narrowed her eyes at Miss Havishma.
"What is Moonfour?" Storm 01 asked Rory.
"It's news to me too."
"... And with Storm 01, we should be able to take Moonfour with little casualties," Miss Havishma ended.
"Little casualties? Is this a joke Havishma? Didn't you make Storm 01 for battles? Are you trying to start another galactic war?"
"It is time Winter Weir stop being the prey and become the predator," Miss Havishma argued.
"You weren't alive during the Galactic War, so I don't expect you to know what happened the last time a planet tried to take another planet."
"I may not have been alive then, but I have adequate knowledge of it."
Grace looked at the other members of the People. None of them have said a word since the arrival of Miss Havishma and her entourage. "Are you going to just sit and let this woman send our sons and daughters to their death, again?"
"Oh c'mon, you're only saying that because your daughter is a member of my squad."
A puffy man in a blue suit among the People stood up. "I agree with Grace. Winter Weir managed to upgrade its infrastructure after the Galactic war and uprising. We have held our own whenever other planets tried to attack us, thanks to Department H. But our last attack on Moonfour left us with warning alerts from other planets, including Tzeria and Minando," he argued.
"Those other planets have no idea what we have. We are not like we were, they stand no chance against us if they attack, and we will be even stronger with Moonfour. Sign the papers and I'll make it happen."
The Prime looked at Grace then at Miss Havishma. He then rubbed his forehead and looked down at the papers in front of him, letting out a heavy sigh.
"Very well then," said the Prime. "I'll sit with the People on this topic. The decision will be passed. In the meantime, the D.H. can rest in the Prime Hall."
"We will be waiting for your wise decision," Miss Havishma let a one-sided smile slip off her lips.
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Storm 01 climbed to the rooftop of the Prime Hall. For some reason, he felt like he was going short on air while he was in the meeting hall. He exhaled as he took in the view from up there. As he looked down, he realized that the buildings in the Realm were arranged in the shape of a star with the Prime Hall in the middle, it was beautiful.
"The design was suggested by Prex Medivion himself," a familiar stiff voice answered the lingering question in his head.
He turned back to see Grace Light walking up to him. She shoots him a warm smile and stood next to him, placing her hands on an elevated part of the building.
"I'm guessing you already know who Prex is?"
"Of course. The savior of Winter Weir."
"What makes you say he is a savior?" She probed.
Storm 01 turned to her, shocked. "What?" He involuntarily blurted.
The side of Grace's lips curled up. "What has he done that qualified him as a savior?"
"I..." He tried to speak but couldn't make out any word.
Grace laughed. "Don't answer that. Of course, Prex Medivion is a savior. Not only did he fight for everyone in Winter Weir, but he also inspired me to run for the Prime seat."
"What happened to him?"
"He died. Sadly all great things do come to an end."
Storm 01 looked at her. He could tell there was more to the little she just shared, but didn't try to push any further.
"So tell me," she began. "How were you recruited into Department H?"
"Well..." He stopped. "I can't remember exactly what happened. Everything was completely dark then I was on a spaceship to Department H. But Miss Havishma said my dad agreed to let me join the D.H. for some amount of money of course. It still pains me that he agreed to it."
"Wow, I didn't expect you to give me an answer immediately," she remarked.
"Why?"
"Never mind that. Thank you for your honest answer." She puts her hand in her pocket and brought out a piece of paper. "Give this to Rory for me, would you."
His lips moved up in a quick smile. He collected the paper and slipped it into his pocket. He watched as she strode away.
Storm 01 looked down from where he was standing on the roof. A fancy car drove to the front of the building and stopped. The door opened and a tall caramel-haired man came out from it, it was Damiano. Storm 01 could tell who he was just by one glance. Damiano fixed his oversuit before walking into the Prime Hall.
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Miss Havishma sat on a couch in one of the many rooms in the Prime hall. A slight knock disturbed the silence before the door creaked open and Electro 28 walked in.
"You called for me Miss Havishma?"
She nodded. "Yes, please take a sit."
He smiled and sat on a chair across from her. "I hope it's more tales about your days in the Underground," he smiled awkwardly.
"No Joe. I'm afraid those tales will have to wait a little while."
His smile faded as he realized the seriousness on her face.
"You saw everything that transpired at the meeting hall."
"Of course, I was there the whole time."
"And which side are you on?"
"We have done a lot of missions together when you were an Electro agent, apart from the time you hid the news about Sox from me, we've had each other back all the time, of course I'm on your side. I'll always be Miss Havishma," he said with a reassuring smile.
"I need you to complete a task for me. Just between the two of us Joe," she lowered her tone.
Electro 28 involuntarily placed his hand on the gun strapped around his thigh. He inhaled sharply and leaned back on the couch already picking up on what she needed.
"Is it really necessary? We promised to drop it," he reminded.
"But it is," she answered. "Everything we've worked for, our positions in the D.H. it's all at stake."
He exhaled, trying to steady his breathing. He had not been able to calm down since she started about a secret mission.
"Tell me the deets."
*34 minutes ago*
Miss Havishma took a corner to find the room assigned to her, but her search was interrupted by Grace. "Do you have a minute to chat with little old me Havishma?" She inquired.
Miss Havishma looked over Grace's shoulder and locked eyes with the Prime who stood some meters away from them, his hand in his pocket and back to a wall.
"What do you want?"
"It's not what I want, it's a matter of what you will do."
Miss Havishma's crocked brows elated Grace and she let her lips curl into a smile. She puts her hand into her pocket and took out her phone. She clicked on it before turning the screen to face Miss Havishma.
"I believe you know what this is?"
Miss Havishma's eyes widened as she stared at the screen. She was shocked. She never expected to be looking at what she is in the hands of anyone, not to mention Grace light.
"How do you have that?"
"You mean a photo of you with protruded belly, hiding out in the Underground?" Grace grinned. "There are more actually." She swiped to show more pictures.
"Not only did you break the code of being an agent of Department H, but you also brought in a fake identity card of SOX BUBENTRES."
Miss Havishma was speechless. She had no idea how to react to the situation and couldn't stop her chest from dancing up and down. Grace slipped back the phone into her pocket and inched closer.
"It's simple what I want actually. Pull back your request and terminate the Storm squad or else this information would go out to the entire world. I know how much you love keeping a good reputation."
"No, you wouldn't dare to..."
"Try me," Grace threatened.
"Think about what I just said," she added before strolling away with the Prime.
Miss Havishma staggered backward until her back hits a wall. She placed her hands on her pounding chest. It was cold but she boiled, she felt everywhere cramping in on her. She was frightened.
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