Dusk Harbor 1999

Plans

Daemon was floating weightlessly in the electrical world. Blue and black clouds drifted around him, and lightning danced between his fingers like little snakes. He was on the inside of the screen of a small white computer in the meeting room of an abandoned museum. All the artefacts were cleared out and moved to a newer place not long ago. The place was still clean and unlittered. His body buzzed with electricity as he kept himself steady.

In the room, around the polished oak table were his recruits. All in masks so their identities would be protected from each other in case something went wrong in the end. Guy, Jordan, some of Guy's crew. Lee. A couple of others too. They took up eleven chairs in total.

"Welcome," Daemon said through the screen. "So glad you could make it. Soon our plan will commence, and we will all be known for who and what we are. Do you have any questions thus far?"

The one called Jordan could not pose any questions since he was fully under his control. He simply sat there, eyes staring a million miles away. It took a few moments, but finally, Guy raised his hand up. Daemon nodded for him to speak. Guy stood up and cleared his throat. The coughing noise echoed in the nearly empty room. He was a big man. Commanded the space around him. Was maybe six-four. Nearly bald but had a fuzzy layer of pale blond hair. Wasn't fat but he was large. Muscular. Deep-set blue eyes.

"I was wondering if I could bring my girlfriend along. She's tough as nails and could be useful to us."

Daemon pondered a few seconds. Put a hand to his chin and pursed his lips. Gave a shrug.

"I don't see why not. If you think she'll be good for us, bring her along. You may go out to retrieve her after the meeting."

"Thank you-- What do we call you?"

"Lord Daemon."

Guy nodded and sat down in his leather chair. Placed his big hands palm down on the table.

Georgy looked like he had a question, but was too nervous to ask it. He shifted forward and then backwards. Glanced around hoping someone else would ask it for him. Raised his hand.

"When exactly do we strike?"

"Once all the pieces of the puzzle fall into place." He replied.

"What other pieces do we need?"

"You all need proper gear don't you think? Tonight we'll be building great suits of armor, you'll be upgraded. Made better. We'll train together. And just when I think you're fit for battle that's when we'll strike."

Excitement coursed through his veins and he could almost taste it on the tip of his tongue. It was getting close. The idea of such a plan coming to fruition made him grin. He had to force it away by biting on the inside of his lip. His crew looked fantastic. All they needed now was some editing, and they'd be perfect. Soon. So soon.

"Any other questions?" He asked.

No one put forward any questions. Silence consumed the room. They all seemed eager to leave and go on with the day. Drumming their fingers on the table and glancing at their watches. Guy was bouncing his leg up and down, just about ready to leap out of his seat to go get his girlfriend.

"In that case, meeting dismissed. Report to the main room at eight."

He waved them off with a flicking motion of his hand and then peeled away from the screen of the computer. Some watched his picture fade away. Jordan sat still in the chair. His eyes went cold and dead. A puppet waiting to be controlled.

The others got right up and bolted away. Daemon drifted backwards into the blue and black and red electrical storm around him. The one he travelled through to get to computers, phones, headsets, control boards. Nearly anything he wanted. The world of technology was his for the taking.