Chapter 164
- Detective Dinklage? - came an imperious and loud female voice from the tube.
"That's right, ma'am. I take it you are Amanda Waller?
- Yes. I think you understand that we should talk about a lot. I can assure you that you will not be arrested, this conversation has a rather peaceful theme. You can say I want to make you a couple of suggestions. Do you have the ability to move in space?
And this is a rhetorical question. I slept there.
- Yes. Right now?
- If you can.
- Good. Where will it go?
- New York. Café Bob and Bob at 14, an hour later. Will it fit?
- Quite. - I agreed, and my chuyka itched, but not from the feeling of danger, but from the feeling that they want to offer me something, or rather some kind of hemorrhoid garbage.
I left my lovely ladies on the island for the time being, warning that I would be back soon. Pam felt something and Artemis too, but if the latter didn't say anything, then Pam tried to persuade me not to go there. In the end, I still went to the meeting.
The cafe was ordinary. I did not notice any surveillance. All the visitors to the average cafe of the Big Apple were ordinary people - not Argus agents at all, and the attendants were also.
I took one table and drank coffee. And about fifteen minutes later, late as a real lady, Waller came in with whom do you think? That's right - the very agent that was introduced to the police. Only he looked a little different. It would seem just without glasses, but no, he now looks different and behaves not like a downtrodden good boy, but a confident, calm, reasonable man in a brown three-piece suit. It's hard to imagine Nicholas Krause like that, although I doubt it's his real name.
"Good afternoon, Detective Dinklage. I'm Amanda Waller, the Presidential Executive Secretary for Vital Affairs, and this is your colleague, if you don't know, Nicholas Krause. He also works with us.
- I know, or rather I guessed. - exchanging nods with him, I answered her.
- HM. It's good. Waller nodded to herself.
All three of us sat down at the far table in the corner and continued our conversation there.
"So what did you want to talk to me about, Madam Counselor?"
- About your future and the opportunity to return to the service of the Motherland, but not to the police, but to the military structure, which is subordinate to the very top.
"You - me" - I wanted to say then, but I said nothing. Nick remained silent, just listening to us. Although I think he is here for a reason. And it's not for Amanda's guard.
- Wow, and what will this service consist of? Lie under the knife?
- We are of course interested in how you got these powers. But we know for sure that genetics or technology are not involved here. I will assume that this is a form of body energy combined with martial arts. However, we will find out anyway, even without you. It is not so important. I want to suggest that you return to the "combat" path. Give command of a detachment of "freaks". Your primary responsibilities will be to supervise and lead the group. Although I would not mind if you also "clear" the brains of your future subordinates. And you know how, I would even say, you have a natural talent for a psychologist. And there are vivid examples: Harlene Quinzel, Pamela Eisley, and Louise Lincoln have become much more adequate, and several Arkham patients have also recovered from mental illnesses, much faster than usual. Dr. Hugo Strage has been very complimentary about you.
- So he works for you?
- For the interests of the country. Waller corrected me.
- Okay. Just this?
- For now, yes. You will have to show yourself before we reveal more cards for you. And yes, one more thing. As for future questions from journalists, you can safely say that "they gave a nondisclosure agreement." The necessary structures will confirm that the government is behind you. And therefore, you will not be considered a new freak or "superhero". Although you can "earn money" for them, if you want, it will also benefit the United States.
- It's clear. It's all?
- Yes. - she nodded, expecting the continuation of the conversation from me.
- May I think a little?
- I guess, yes.
- Good. Then, besides this, I will have another important conversation with you. Rather, important information. On the whole planet, of course ours, an attack is being prepared by an alien race called the New Gods, more specifically from a place called the Apocalypse. A certain Darkseid rules there, he has a multimillion army of semi-intelligent creatures called parademons, even the closest supporters, representatives of his race. And also the guard, which is called the Furies, consisting only of women, which are approximately equal in strength to Supergirls or Amazons. They are fierce, experienced warriors and yet fierce, loyal only to Darkseid. The attack will most likely happen in the next week or two, maybe three.
She frowned even the veins were swollen. "Krause" closed his eyes like that and considered something.
- There will be no more precise information? - asked the director of "Argus"
- If there is, I will definitely inform you, after all, I still want to live in this world, and I just want to live.
- Good. If that's all, then our conversation is over. You still have a week of sick leave. Hopefully before this time expires, you will make a decision. Good day, detective.
- See you. - I saluted her.
- Happen, Isaac. - Nick waved to me. "I hope you will make a decision, although I will work with you anyway.
- It is encouraging. - smiled back at him.
So he will be in any case "eyes", and maybe hands next to me in any place of my stay. It's clear.
Although I'm still worried about the fact that this squad of freaks will be under my leadership? Knowing my karma, they will give me the "Suicide Squad". However, according to the canon, my former boss, Colonel Rick Flag, should be the commander there. True, I have not changed the events already, and it is quite possible that in Amanda's eyes I am the best candidate for this post. Although, if not the "Suicide Squad", then perhaps Argus has other similar teams. After all, it is not possible to write all aspects of DS's life into a comic book, or, again, my actions greatly changed the track of life, and they decided to create another such detachment.