The Isdïra Complex

Their senses of existence

The only light that more or less illuminated the room was a blue shimmer that permanently grew stronger and weaker. It annoyed Alec a bit and he hoped he wouldn't have to get used to it. After all, it was his first day here and he wanted to give the new job he had applied for at least a try. That's all the other person in the room knew, for that matter.
"This is a family business," that other man said, "although we already have lots of Isdrad working for us who aren't part of the family. Our main goal is to find all the elixirs of immortality. Too many human beings have spread on this planet already and the most efficient way to stop it is to make less people live endless lives. A couple decades ago we thought we could move on as planned, but some people working for us broke some of our rules and since then we're working on hunting down each one of them."
Alec nodded.
"Why do you want to work for us?"
That question made him think about how he got here: a fifteen hour drive with the car just to step in an executive jet at the Allerstine Lane - the one place which still was inhabited before a huge grass field started which seperated the Allerstine Lane from the Isdira Complex - which again was further placed in the East.
He came to this huge castle-like building only for the job interview, so of course Alec wanted to make sure that his efforts to get here were worth it: "In most cases I'm equally interested in living in peace and justice. When I found out about you three years ago your approach sounded not too promising for me, to tell the truth..."
The leader of the Isdrad smiled at and interrupted him: "Back then we hadn't found the right path which would make our objectives come true so that we would've been happy with the results, I admit."
Alec nodded, lost in his thoughts for a short moment. "From what I researched I believe to know that you don't only want to find the elixirs by now, do you?"
"You're right."
"You also want to find all the Vengeants who stole the elixirs," Alec continued. "The major problem for you is that you only have an idea of who might have been involved in killing your dependents. How many Vengeants have you brought to this place already in the past ten years?"
The leader of the Isdrad looked directly into Alec's eyes and stared at him for at least half a minute.
At first the applicant for a job as an Isdrad looked back to find mere darkness in the eyes of his counterpart. Pretty soon the situation grew into plain discomfort. When Alec wanted to ask whether or not his question would be answered the bald man with his goatbeard cleared his throught... hesitated a few more seconds, before he finally gave an answer: "I have a couple hundred people working for me and so far they have found two thousand potencial Vengeants. Three hundred of them are currently living in this building and that's everything you need to know when it comes to numbers. Do you understand?"
Alec shrugged his shoulders. The leader of the Isdrad was impressed of seeing him being that laid back, but didn't comment on it. "I don't, but I don't have to."
The other one raised his eyebrows. "Then that would be it for me."
Alec couldn't quite believe what he heard there. "Already? You don't even know..."
"I don't have to, Mr. Tacker. The Isdïra Complex welcomes you to our world." He lay a decent smile on his face.
Alec could tell it was fake. The other one wore a mask and if he took it off, it would tell Alec that he shouldn't go any further than he had gone already. But that wasn't the reason why he was here.
It would be only a matter of time until the Isdrad would trust him.
They wouldn't set an end to his life, although that's what the leader of the Isdrad probably would have done by now... if he didn't want to find out more about Alec and his plans.
The bald man had an idea of who this Alec Tacker was.
An idea unfortunately wasn't enough for the leader of the Isdrad. The applicant left the room after abruptly saying goodbye, wondering which next steps he was ought to take.