The politics of good and evil(Me and Pentagon)

[StartingOver]

Okie dokie here we go.

 

[StartingOver]

(I can't wait lol I'm going to start)?


The click of high heels could be heard going down the empty corridor. The walls were a sterile white as she walked past them to a room deeper inside the complex. The women's name tag read Katie Turner. Katie had one job really, to make her superior happy in everything he wanted, and today was a special day. A new candidate was running for president in the coming elections. Henry Graves had the popular vote easily and had a strong backing from the people that her superior didn't control. It would be wise to assimilate him, but he was a hard man to find, his daughter however was not. Tor Graves, a very pretty blonde college student was easy enough to get a hold of and that was why Katie was here today deep within her Superior's complex right in the heart of the city. Tor Graves had been acquired.


Katie walked into a room as the glass doors slide behind her. For being such a nice building this part was very barren aside from what they needed. The prize however lay on the metal table in the middle of the room. Katie walked over and looked down. "Tor must have been taken right as she awoke" Katie though glancing down at the girl. Tor's curly blond hair was down, she was wearing a half teal blue shirt that revealed a good deal of her toned stomach and just pink panties, her long legs naked down to her toes. Katie looked at the clipboard hanging from the table to read how much sedative the girl was on when her eyes wandered to the far wall.


"No way." she spied a costume...


"She's... she's that hero.." Katie walked over leaving the slumbering hero to look at the suit.


"Well Miss Tor." she said after awhile looking back. "You just became more valuable."

 

[Pentagon]

The Grad was a monolithic structure: all dark grey bricks and thick windows, the hints of metal shutters visible even when open. It's titanic structure looked rather out of place in the orange dawn light, casting harsh shadows, and looking for all intents and purposes rather sinister. The place was the nerve center of the Odran military, and the very top of the vaguely-pyramidal structure was the office General Alistair Vincent, one of the join chiefs of staff and, unbeknownst to the majority of the population, the sole ruler of Odra.


Alistair exited his car, a well-upholstered black something-or-other, and made his way to the front door. He had already passed the numerous layers of security, waved through without trouble, and now waled with undisturbed ease. There were few real soldiers here, mostly intelligence workers and administrators, but Alistair still drew the odd salute. He was not a particularly stern looking man: short back hair, an average, if moderately attractive face, and a soldier's build that had long since passed its prime. He walked with a confident gait, and did his best to not come off as authoritarian or severe: it did no-one good to embitter himself to anyone, let alone anyone working in such close proximity to him.


The attendant at the front desk shook her head when he glanced quizzically at her. No-one waiting. Good. He had important work to do today, and did not want to be disturbed by placating self-important luddites. He understood their anxiety to a point, his massive re-armament program kept his subordinates busy, but he wished they could know what he was thinking, and know when not to bother him. In a break from his usual morning, he took the elevator down, rather than up, straightening his suit and fixing his tie. Rule 83: Always look one's best, and never look the dictator.


The halls beneath the Grad were much less welcoming. Rich wooden floors were replaced with cold concrete, the soft orange light of fake chandeliers replaced with the blinding white of phosphorescent lights embedded in the ceiling. His guest was being temporarily housed in one of these concrete cells, and Vincent strode along to the correct one and opened the door. His guest, one Ms. Graves, was lying unconscious on a cold-looking metal table, her attractive form indecently clothed. His assistant was to his right as he entered, and he greeted her warmly


"Good morning, Ms. Turner, I hope you're well. Enjoying the lovely weather?". As Vincent spoke, he walked quickly over to the table an placed a hand on his guest's head. A quick jolt of discomfort ran through him, as he dug through her mind quickly enough to shut off her famed powers. With the deed done, he stepped back and took up a position on the dull grey wall, giving his full attention to his assistant.

 

[StartingOver]

Katie herself was still starring dumbstruck at the costume that was hung up on the wall. She shook her head and looked to Vincent. Noticeably composing herself she spoke with a smile. "Hello sir, the weathers okay, I'm more of a winter person,but you already know that." She nodded her head smiled noting how he turned her powers off.


Her smile faded as she walked over and looked down at Tor. The young girl seemed unphased by the invasion of her mind. She slept,unmoving aside from her chest rising and falling. "This is good." Katie said softly looking to Vincent. "She's literally become more valuable to us... At least ten fold." Katie smiled.


"May I ask what we will do with her?" She rested her hand on Tor's shoulder. "The plan was to keep her sedated Intill we got daddy on board,but this changes everything." She moved her hand up and slowly lifted Tor's eyelid. A glazed over blue eye looked back at her unfocused and unseeing, she was out cold alright.

 

[Pentagon]

Alistair had to stop himself for correcting Katie, letting her know he knew this girl was this new superhero for weeks now, but thought better of it. Her loyalty was excellent, and would not be increased by him bragging about his information network. Breaking Rule 27 was usually acceptable, but today was not one to be toyed with. Worst case scenario, she was already planning to betray him, and not letting her know how deep his secret police's knowledge went would only be a benefit to him. He figured she would realize his immediate action would, upon reflection, let her know he knew anyways.


"Good to hear, Ms. Turner. Say nothing to her father about this, if you please: I'm going to talk to our guest before taking any other action. If there is not anything else, you are free to leave.". Alistair began to answer emails on his phone, and prepared to wait for the comatose girl in front of him to wake up.

 

[StartingOver]

Katie looked a bit disappointed at his answer, she wanted to know more about the fate of this girl, but as always she suppressed it and brought out her obentiy tone.


"Yes sir I understand." She gave a nod and walked out the door. If you didn't know any better you think Katie was one of Vincent's slaves. She had just heard the voice and seen the reactions so much she knew how to replicate it.


Time seem to pass slowly as the day went on. Finally after what seemed likes forever Tor started to come around. She at first felt the cold of the metal on a lot of her bare skin. Tor even with a unclear head kept her wits. She opened her eyes to slits to look around not moving a inch and keeping her breathing slow and deep.


"No need for these creeps to know I'm awake yet." She thought.

 

[Pentagon]

Alistair was getting bored after only an hour of waiting in the room. One of Alistair's priorities was being able to trust his operation to run smoothly enough that he needn't micromanage, and he had budgeted today especially to be clear. He looked up the formula for how long a person of his guest's estimated body weight would be unconscious, and waited that long. Then waited fifteen more minutes, for safety. He was unimpressed by her unwillingness to wake up. It struck Alistair as oddly petulant, and he mentally changed her value function in his simulation of her. Ensuring his pistol was loaded and ready to fire, he held it at his side calmly, ready to react though not threatening, and said in a loud and authoritative tone:


"Let's end the act now, Ms. Turner. Time to get up, we have a great deal to talk about, you and me."

 

[StartingOver]

Tor's eyes winded a bit but closed again. She took a few moments before she sat up and turned her body to the side so her feet dangled.


"You always watch kidnapped girls sleep in their underwear Alistiar Vincent ?" She asked not looking at him. She started at her suit on the wall before looking at him with cold blue eyes. She spied the gun and rolled them.


"You won't shoot me I know enough about you to understand that. I've been out cold for hours and with your powers I could easily be a super slave by now so put it away and start talking. I'd love to hear this evil plan."

 

[Pentagon]

"I'd be interested to know how you know about my particular abilities, Ms. Turner. As for shooting you, I would really prefer not to, but I am more than willing to shoot if you pose an immediate threat to my person. I only want to talk, Ms. Turner, I promise."

 

[StartingOver]

"It might be pointless to keep a secret but I think I will." Tor said with a grin.


"I'll save you the trouble of pulling it out later, I assume that's the plan right, me obeying you?" She raised an eyebrow.


"It won't happen willingly if that's what you are after." She turned her head from him.

 

[Pentagon]

Alistair did not expect anything differently, he supposed. Such secrets would be traded, bargained and begged for later, but handouts were not foreseen. He was confused what her second statement was pertaining to, but he wrote the temporary incoherence off to the aftereffects of the narcotics, which would still be present in her body for the next few hours.


"That is a shame to hear. Is there anything I can do to persuade you? I assure you, after our talk you will be let go, no matter the result"

 

[StartingOver]

"I don't believe that for a second!" Tor barked looking back at him. "You got me, you won't let me go." She looked down at her bare thighs and gave a sigh.


"I have nothing better to do then listen to you." She looked back at him. "Is this all happening now? What time is it even?" Tor stretched more of her torso was shown. "May I at least know how long I was knocked out for?"

 

[Pentagon]

"The time is currently..." Alistair checks his watch "9:22 am". "As for how long you have been asleep, I am not sure exactly, obviously, but I would expect you were sedated some time around 5:30" Can I offer you clothes, breakfast, anything?

 

[StartingOver]

"Four hours isn't horrible." Tor said plainly. She decided to put Alistair to the test right away so she could see what this was really all about.


"I've decided I want to leave, you said I could go." She slipped off the table and stood. "Let me go please." She walked towards the door. It was unlocked a sign to Tor that he believes he was in total control. "I don't want to hear what you have to say." Tor didn't turn back she put her hand on the door knob.


"Okay he's got to expect this, I won't just lay down and let him brainwash me, he's going to try and break me somehow, but how?" Tor racked her brain thinking trying to stay a few moves ahead. "I don't want clothes or a breakfast let me leave!"

 

[Pentagon]

"I am fairly certain the operative phrase was "after our talk". Please do try to overcome the sedative, Ms. Turner, it is hardly enjoyable talking to someone not at their fullest. Our talk will be over at my discretion, but I assure you we will be completed by the end of the day. Please, though, do not be impertinent. A modicum of compliance will go a long way, and I would prefer if you did not leave just yet.

 

[StartingOver]

"Maybe I should rest more." Tor said nodded her head and giving a sleepy yawn. "May I sleep more? She asked.


"Maybe even get a room?" She looked over to Alistair. Tor could just try and escape and walking there would give her a lay of the land. It was better then being kept in this room.

 

[Pentagon]

Alistair doubted she was tired. Sedative or not, she by all accounts would have gotten a level of sleep within usual parameters. Her getting sleep would not only fulfill her recently-discovered petulance in wasting his time, and probably provide a better chance of escape than an underground concrete room.


"You can sleep here if you like. I can have clothes brought while you sleep. I hope a nap will help your petulance: it is helping no-one, no matter how much satisfaction you glean from it."

 

[StartingOver]

Tor narrowed her eyes at him.


"You don't trust me?" She gave a shy almost cute flirty smile at him. She did have one idea left it was pretty risky but it was better then nothing.


" How about you help me get some sleep, I'm sure you can make sure I'll get a restful sleep and that way you can trust I won't escape." She was willingly asking to be ordered to sleep by his control. Maybe if she was under his thumb he would allow her to be put in a new room. Also she was testing him again.


"I've been very curious of your power, show me, I might be swayed to talk when I wake." Tor gave another smile. She had to see if she could fight him, had to see if see had a hope against him.

 

[Pentagon]

"Ms. Turner, there are few rules that can never be broken. You are asking me to break..." Alistair begins to count on his fingers


"Rule 8: Be persuaded dishonestly by possible political enemies


Rule 9: Demonstrate misunderstood powers


Rule 104: Trust promises of prisoners when escape is on the line


and Rule 71: Close to close quarters with an opponent when in possession of a firearm"


Alistair stopped counting on his fingers and sighed dramatically "You know, if you had asked sensibly, and given valid reasons for a comfortable sleep, I would have been happy to oblige. Now I will not. In our coming conversation, please do try and be rational: if you do, it can only to be to your benefit". Attempting to instill rationality into opponents was the often-overlooked Rule 104, but she did not need to know that. It was necessary for what he had planned, though he knew that was not the real reason he was breaking it.

 

[StartingOver]

"How about a compromise." Tor offered. "You outsmarted me so far so I will concede this round to you. If you bring me what you promised like some pants and a sausage biscuit I'll be willing to hear a bit of what you have to say." She looked up at him and gave a nod. "If I like what I hear we can continue, you want me to be a good girl, give me a reason and I'll give you a chance." Tor stuck out her hand.


"Deal Sir?" She asked.

 

[Pentagon]

"Agreed. Though, if you'll forgive me, Rule 71 prevents me from shaking your hand".


Alistair messaged his recently departed assistant, asking her to send an assistant down with a sausage biscuit, trousers and a shirt down post haste.


"Everything you just asked for is on its way. Shall we start now, or do you want to wait until after breakfast? I'm afraid I will not join you to eat, my wife filled me up this morning, I'm afraid". Rule 51: always remind opponents of your loved ones and personal dependents without bragging. It helped to humanise him, he found.

 

[StartingOver]

"One thing I trust about you is your connections if you say the things are coming then they are." Tor said. She sat down on the table and looked over at him.


"I guess you may begin." She shut her eyes and prepared to listen.

 

[Pentagon]

Alistair stepped outside for a brief second, hearing his assistant coming down the hall, her heels clicking on the floor. He accepts the hot bag of food and the pile of clothes, and pulls a chair from the hall into the room. He is in and out within 30 seconds, and makes a point to hurry to get his hands free. He tosses the clothes and food to his guest, and sits down.


"My goals for bringing you here are simple. I want to have you, and by extension your father, align to my side. With your help we can have the already incredible progress out nation has made increase speed, and begin spreading our technological wonders and wealth around the world. Political adversaries are getting in the way , you see, and for a time the nation requires them removed. I assume you are going to initially answer 'no', so as a corrolary line of conversation, I'd like the chance to convince you, and perhaps be convinced by you to change my policy"

 

[StartingOver]

Tor slipped on the jeans over her legs and waist. She pulled over the blue shirt over her torso and looked down at herself. The jeans and shirt were fitted and hugged her curves well.


"You have a great sense of style." She said smiling at her appearance. She sat back down and looked to him. "So you want me to willingly betray my own father, I know he'll never side with you. That's the point of the system we have Alistar. You have two sides and the people pick one, not a overlord." She opened the bag and grabbed a sandwich." Thanks" she nodded to him. "So yeah the answer is no, if you truly think you and the way you do things is best then prove it to not only me but the people."

 

[Pentagon]

"If you want to call following evidence and reason where it leads 'betrayal', then I suppose I do want you to betray your father, though if you are the rational person I was informed you are, if you are suitably convinced with my arguments then you should have no moral issue rectifying your father's divergence from our consensus. As for our system, why is it so important to you? Circumnavigating it, I have brought this nation out of the claws of financial ruin, and have turned Odra into the scientific capital of the world in less than a decade. Do you actually subscribe to the misguided deontological ethics of our society?"