"Tell me, was it you?" Magnus questioned him, not keeping his dangerous aura hidden.
Harlem Chaplin looked confused, "What? What are you talking about, brother? I do a lot of crazy shit every day, which one are you talking about... ah, is that about the fat dump I took in my neighbour's flower pot? Hear me out, her dog is crazy, barks all night."
"I am talking about the CEO of FutureTek industries, Brandon Steel Armstrong, he was just poisoned, did you do it?" He went straight at it.
Harlem stopped talking, "Him? Brother. I ain't stupid like the High Table, I won't ever do something against you, for I know how powerful you are, and besides, I wanna live in this country, I can't do that when I make the King my enemy.
"High Table would not have done it either, from what I can imagine. FutureTek is a big name in the tech and defence industry, they wouldn't dare to mess with them as that would alert all weapons suppliers. Think about who it could be that had any grudge or reason to harm him. It could be personal or professional,"
Magnus brainstormed who it could be. The only major thing they were doing right now was the space mission. But who could have a problem with the space mission? Certainly, some deep conspiracy was going on.
"If you can tell me which poison was used, I can tell you who did it." Harlem offered.
"And what do you want in return?" He inquired.
Harlem quickly blurted, "When you act against the high table, just be considerate for me, I got no beef with you,"
Nodding, Magnus stood up to leave, but before that he handed him a piece of paper, "Get this to the High Table. This is my term that they must accept if they want to stay in power."
When Magnus left, Harlem looked inside the paper, his eyes nearly popped out, it was the same thing that criminal organisations did to extort money from businesses and people, "Fuck, he wants protection money from the High Table, he's crazy. Hahaha..."
...
Magnus arrived in Belize the same day to see Bobby. The news of the assassination attempt on him had already been revealed to the world and all kinds of speculations were being made. The British government had already opened a top investigation into trying to find the ones responsible. But they won't need to, as the best investigators from MEDA were already on it.
He arrived at the Space Centre to get a report on the initial investigation. Tom(Secretary of Home now) and Adrian were there.
Bobby was still in bed, a bit weakened but completely fine.
"So, who was it?" Magnus asked.
Tom briefed, "We tried to thin down the list. The only thing that could have earned Bobby this is the Cryogenic Rocket engine. This is a tech that only two nations in the world have, America and USSR. These engines can be used to make Intercontinental Ballistic Missiles."
"So it can be either of the two? I can understand USSR, but why would the US do this?" Magnus wondered.
Of course, Tom being in the government, knows more things, "Well, the US has started to feel threatened by our ambitions. We just took over Belize, a nation in the backyards or the US, something they consider their playground."
Adrian added, "The poison used by them was that of a special kind. It is a biological living virus that triggers a heart attack."
Magnus nodded and popped out his phone to call the manager from the Continental, "Harlem, a virus that triggers a heart attack. Who uses this?"
Harlem, on the other side, was very cooperative: "Ah, classic. the CIA uses it, they kill many politicians in South America and the Caribbean with it. I can count on one hand how many people know about this secret."
Magnus hung up and faced Adrian as well as Tom. "It was CIA. I will head to Washington, D.C. and meet the president. Don't worry, Bobby. I will make them publicly apologise for this.
"Tom, tell the Prime Minister to intimate the President of this fuck up, in case he didn't know."
They gotta have some reason for doing this, something solid. If there wasn't, then he wasn't going to be nice.
...
White House,
Gerald Ford just ended the call with the British Prime Minister, and a big frown was clear on his face. "Fuck, when did I sanction this action."
He quickly called the director of the CIA to his office to inquire about the incident. He only asked one thing, "Did you do it?"
Admiral Stansfield Turner nodded, "Yes sir, we had no choice but to do it."
*BAM* The President was angry, "I didn't sanction this act,"
"You don't have to, the CIA has no oversight and is allowed to act at your discretion. Even if you don't explicitly give the orders, we can still go ahead. Brandon Steel Armstrong was a danger to the continuation of American hegemony. If they would've been able to reach the moon and set up a base, it'd put American security at risk.
"We have made similar assassinations of Atomic scientists and physicists across the world. We have assassinated USSR's Kurzki, East Germany's Haustein, India's Bhabha, France's, China's, Japan's and many more. We are always at a war, Mr President, war to stay at the top." Admiral Turner said.
Gerald Ford sighed, "That may be true. But you have no idea what you have brought upon us now. His majesty will not tolerate this. You have tried to kill his brother-like friend. And knowing his ruthlessness, you're as good as dead. The main question is, what else will he ask."
Admiral was shocked by the disregard for his life, who wants to die? "He certainly can't just kill the Director of the CIA like that on American soil,"
"Oh, but he can. You can go now and await further orders," the President ordered him.
...
Magnus went out calling it an official visit to the United States this time. The reason was simple, the people were pretty angry at what had happened and the whole situation needed a good closure.
"Your Majesty, I have arranged everything. The Director of the CIA left the White House not long ago, which means the president now knows. The director's address, his family's whereabouts, the agent they used to do this thing, have all been located. They used the coffee Brandon drank as the means to poison him," Adrian briefed him.
Magnus didn't care, however, "I'm going there to do something else too, Adrian. It's about time instead of running from the US, we take it under our fold. In 1980's elections, we will have to play our move."
...
Magnus' big plane landed at the airport. He got into the company's reserved secure cars and headed straight to the White House, no bullshit pompous ceremonies were held, nobody came to receive him. But the media did come, as many had already speculated about who the poisoner was by now.
He strode into the President's office, escorted by the president's Chief of Staff. This was the second time Magnus was meeting him face to face, he had basically given this man presidency on a silver platter.
"I am not happy, Mr President. You dare to try to kill my brother on my soil. This is unacceptable and the consequences you must face. My terms are simple, your director of the CIA shall publicly apologise and tell everyone it was him who planned this. Then you too will apologise and dishonourably discharge your director, as well as initiate criminal proceedings.
"The United Kingdom too will file a criminal case against the CIA, compensation must be paid. We know you sabotaged the rocket test as well, we lost millions because of you. Hence, pay back ten times the damage. Do all this, I will forget this incident, don't do it, I will make it my life's goal to ruin your remaining tenure." He made simple and clear threats. The situation had crossed his tolerance line, and the US had gone unchecked for far too long.
Gerald Ford sweated, he was no wizard and neither had any pull over them, but Magnus had a pull over both, muggles and wizards. But he had to save his nation from the PR disaster, "Can't we have something settled in secret?"
Scowling, he nodded, "Sure, the price will be 20 Billion dollars, pay this much money and I will forget it"
~Fuck, on one side's a devil and other side's a volcano.~ the president cursed in his mind.
"Tell me, was it you?" Magnus questioned him, not keeping his dangerous aura hidden.
Harlem Chaplin looked confused, "What? What are you talking about, brother? I do a lot of crazy shit every day, which one are you talking about... ah, is that about the fat dump I took in my neighbour's flower pot? Hear me out, her dog is crazy, barks all night."
"I am talking about the CEO of FutureTek industries, Brandon Steel Armstrong, he was just poisoned, did you do it?" He went straight at it.
Harlem stopped talking, "Him? Brother. I ain't stupid like the High Table, I won't ever do something against you, for I know how powerful you are, and besides, I wanna live in this country, I can't do that when I make the King my enemy.
"High Table would not have done it either, from what I can imagine. FutureTek is a big name in the tech and defence industry, they wouldn't dare to mess with them as that would alert all weapons suppliers. Think about who it could be that had any grudge or reason to harm him. It could be personal or professional,"
Magnus brainstormed who it could be. The only major thing they were doing right now was the space mission. But who could have a problem with the space mission? Certainly, some deep conspiracy was going on.
"If you can tell me which poison was used, I can tell you who did it." Harlem offered.
"And what do you want in return?" He inquired.
Harlem quickly blurted, "When you act against the high table, just be considerate for me, I got no beef with you,"
Nodding, Magnus stood up to leave, but before that he handed him a piece of paper, "Get this to the High Table. This is my term that they must accept if they want to stay in power."
When Magnus left, Harlem looked inside the paper, his eyes nearly popped out, it was the same thing that criminal organisations did to extort money from businesses and people, "Fuck, he wants protection money from the High Table, he's crazy. Hahaha..."
...
Magnus arrived in Belize the same day to see Bobby. The news of the assassination attempt on him had already been revealed to the world and all kinds of speculations were being made. The British government had already opened a top investigation into trying to find the ones responsible. But they won't need to, as the best investigators from MEDA were already on it.
He arrived at the Space Centre to get a report on the initial investigation. Tom(Secretary of Home now) and Adrian were there.
Bobby was still in bed, a bit weakened but completely fine.
"So, who was it?" Magnus asked.
Tom briefed, "We tried to thin down the list. The only thing that could have earned Bobby this is the Cryogenic Rocket engine. This is a tech that only two nations in the world have, America and USSR. These engines can be used to make Intercontinental Ballistic Missiles."
"So it can be either of the two? I can understand USSR, but why would the US do this?" Magnus wondered.
Of course, Tom being in the government, knows more things, "Well, the US has started to feel threatened by our ambitions. We just took over Belize, a nation in the backyards or the US, something they consider their playground."
Adrian added, "The poison used by them was that of a special kind. It is a biological living virus that triggers a heart attack."
Magnus nodded and popped out his phone to call the manager from the Continental, "Harlem, a virus that triggers a heart attack. Who uses this?"
Harlem, on the other side, was very cooperative: "Ah, classic. the CIA uses it, they kill many politicians in South America and the Caribbean with it. I can count on one hand how many people know about this secret."
Magnus hung up and faced Adrian as well as Tom. "It was CIA. I will head to Washington, D.C. and meet the president. Don't worry, Bobby. I will make them publicly apologise for this.
"Tom, tell the Prime Minister to intimate the President of this fuck up, in case he didn't know."
They gotta have some reason for doing this, something solid. If there wasn't, then he wasn't going to be nice.
...
White House,
Gerald Ford just ended the call with the British Prime Minister, and a big frown was clear on his face. "Fuck, when did I sanction this action."
He quickly called the director of the CIA to his office to inquire about the incident. He only asked one thing, "Did you do it?"
Admiral Stansfield Turner nodded, "Yes sir, we had no choice but to do it."
*BAM* The President was angry, "I didn't sanction this act,"
"You don't have to, the CIA has no oversight and is allowed to act at your discretion. Even if you don't explicitly give the orders, we can still go ahead. Brandon Steel Armstrong was a danger to the continuation of American hegemony. If they would've been able to reach the moon and set up a base, it'd put American security at risk.
"We have made similar assassinations of Atomic scientists and physicists across the world. We have assassinated USSR's Kurzki, East Germany's Haustein, India's Bhabha, France's, China's, Japan's and many more. We are always at a war, Mr President, war to stay at the top." Admiral Turner said.
Gerald Ford sighed, "That may be true. But you have no idea what you have brought upon us now. His majesty will not tolerate this. You have tried to kill his brother-like friend. And knowing his ruthlessness, you're as good as dead. The main question is, what else will he ask."
Admiral was shocked by the disregard for his life, who wants to die? "He certainly can't just kill the Director of the CIA like that on American soil,"
"Oh, but he can. You can go now and await further orders," the President ordered him.
...
Magnus went out calling it an official visit to the United States this time. The reason was simple, the people were pretty angry at what had happened and the whole situation needed a good closure.
"Your Majesty, I have arranged everything. The Director of the CIA left the White House not long ago, which means the president now knows. The director's address, his family's whereabouts, the agent they used to do this thing, have all been located. They used the coffee Brandon drank as the means to poison him," Adrian briefed him.
Magnus didn't care, however, "I'm going there to do something else too, Adrian. It's about time instead of running from the US, we take it under our fold. In 1980's elections, we will have to play our move."
...
Magnus' big plane landed at the airport. He got into the company's reserved secure cars and headed straight to the White House, no bullshit pompous ceremonies were held, nobody came to receive him. But the media did come, as many had already speculated about who the poisoner was by now.
He strode into the President's office, escorted by the president's Chief of Staff. This was the second time Magnus was meeting him face to face, he had basically given this man presidency on a silver platter.
"I am not happy, Mr President. You dare to try to kill my brother on my soil. This is unacceptable and the consequences you must face. My terms are simple, your director of the CIA shall publicly apologise and tell everyone it was him who planned this. Then you too will apologise and dishonourably discharge your director, as well as initiate criminal proceedings.
"The United Kingdom too will file a criminal case against the CIA, compensation must be paid. We know you sabotaged the rocket test as well, we lost millions because of you. Hence, pay back ten times the damage. Do all this, I will forget this incident, don't do it, I will make it my life's goal to ruin your remaining tenure." He made simple and clear threats. The situation had crossed his tolerance line, and the US had gone unchecked for far too long.
Gerald Ford sweated, he was no wizard and neither had any pull over them, but Magnus had a pull over both, muggles and wizards. But he had to save his nation from the PR disaster, "Can't we have something settled in secret?"
Scowling, he nodded, "Sure, the price will be 20 Billion dollars, pay this much money and I will forget it"
~Fuck, on one side's a devil and other side's a volcano.~ the president cursed in his mind.
