AncilChapter 9: Politricks
Roy James led Megan and I to our suite where we were supposed to get ready. However, something caught my eye on the way to the suite. It was a costume that hung in a large glass case on the wall with the words, “IBIS- Prototype” engraved on the top in gold. The majority of the suit was red and below the arm area it had gold feathery metal wings that seemed to project from an opening in the back. The boots were black and the abdominal area was white. The mask was red and around the mouth had a grey device that resembled the one that was around the mouth of the Midnight Robber. I held my questions about the costume until we arrived at the suite.
“What was that IBIS thing?” I asked Roy James.
“That my friend is one amazing piece of technology. I don’t know how it works but the suit itself is biogenetical. Some call it symbiotic. Don’t ask me what that means.”
“Wow!” I said in awe. “Who wears it?”
“No one wears it.” Roy James answered, “It’s just been there for a while. Since I joined the force 20 years ago that’s been parked up there. I don’t know why they have it here just picking up dust.”
“For real,” I said in agreement.
“Anyway I have to go. Everything you need is right here. I’ll come back when it’s time to go to the meeting okay.”
Megan and I quickly got ready for the sit-in at the meeting. I was decked out in the traditional black and white suit and black tie while Megan had on a light pink blouse, black soft pants and a pair of glasses.
“Check you out.” I said to Megan watching her from head to toe in her suit.
“How am I looking?” She asked while observing herself in the mirror.
“You look powerful.”
She blushed.
I didn’t bother to ask her how I was looking because I knew that I looked pretty damn amazing. My confidence was at its peak as I watched myself in the mirror in my suit and tie. I never had a reason to dress in a suit and tie before so I never wore one or even owned one. I always saw the politicians dressed up in their fancy clothes and I always wanted to look somewhat like them. While I was admiring myself in the mirror, Roy James came in and asked us if we were ready. We both answered him yes and we followed him into the hallway towards the meeting room.
The meeting room was filled with other well-dressed people all talking among themselves. It was in a massive room, with seats located in a circle around a large turned off television screen. The First Lady came up to us and said, “I just got word from my husband that he would be at the meeting today.”
“Your husband, the Prime Minister?” Megan asked.
The First Lady laughed. “Do I have another husband? If I do, please let me know.”
“So that means that he’s back from Kingston right?” Megan asked.
“No he’s still in Kingston.”
“So how…..” Before Megan could have finished, a metal ball about the size of an average basketball hovered into the room along with about five others with small black circular suits and shades along the center. The suits were decked with the word, “Bodyguard” on them. Why would the metal ball need protection? I found that really weird. It looked very similar to the metal ball that Ray Carter had.
“Hello babes,” the metal ball said
“Hey honey, how’s Kingston?” The First Lady asked.
“Kingston is Kingston as usual. Sunny and full of tourists. I’ll talk to you about that more when I return in September,” Prime Minister Winston Jack said. “Who are these two young people next to you?”
“These are messengers from San Fernando.”
“San Fernando huh?” The Prime Minister said intrigued. “What message do you have from San Fernando?”
I opened my mouth to answer but as I did, a minister came up to the Prime Minister and said, “nice to see that you could make it Mr. Jack. We’re planning on starting the meeting now.”
“Okay, I’m coming,” the Prime Minister responded, he then faced us and said, “we will talk about this later.”
“We sure will sir,” I said.
The Prime Minister then flew off.
The meeting began and the topics of conversation were about everything except for the threat to San Fernando. I waited a while hoping that they would have started talking about it but they didn’t. They discussed a lot about the country’s economy in the meeting. The meeting went on for hours and hours and nothing was spoken of the Midnight Robber. It was getting pretty late and my shoulders began to slouch under its weight and tire. The Prime Minister who was talking through the metal ball in the middle of the room then asked after the place got quiet, “any more questions?”
No one in the room answered.
“Then on that note, the meeting is ad…”
“I have a question,” I interrupted.
The tension in the room grew to the size of an elephant and I could hear the people in the room mumbling things as I spoke out.
“What is your question?” The Prime Minister asked.
“What do you all plan on doing about the Midnight Robber?”
