25th June 2012
10:33 GMT -5
I haven't really
met President Jonathan Horne before.
Oh, we spoke
very briefly at the ceremony marking the signing into law of the Sophoncy Recognition Act, but… I can't vote in American elections, I can't be arrested and I work at a job that's been treated as being 'outside' of the law for the past seventy years. I know his Republican challenger Senator Henry Knight rather better, and… Friendly as he's being, empathic vision shows exactly how little he actually cares about any of the causes he claims to champion moment to moment. Jonathan Horne is a good deal more genuine, but…
If I was American? I'd be voting
Ron.
Still, despite the country being in the middle of a low-intensity war on its home territory, he was willing to meet with Crazy-Orange-Snake Man and Dresses-Like-a-Bat Man at very short notice. Which is just as well, because I'm going to have to arrange a
lot of these meetings-
"Batman? Orange Lantern? The President will see you now."
-today.
We follow the presidential aide into one of the bunker's meeting rooms, and I note with approval that in addition to the Secret Service agents on duty there are also a couple of Atlantean wizards and…
Lance Corporal Reid, staff in hand. I suppose that's about as covered as they can
get, though to be honest 'Specialist Lance' isn't all that threatening without his god-tier upgrade.
President Horne is sitting at a table with… Father Time, General Lane and a few politicians whose names and faces flicker through my mind as my rings fill me in. I'm… Having trouble reading Father Time, but the emotions of everyone else appear to be in line with what I'd expect from serious, disciplined professionals.
Batman walks to the end of the table opposite the president and remains standing, so I follow his lead and fall in next to him. Horne nods politely.
"Gentlemen. I'm sorry if things are a little rushed, but I'm sure we're all very busy right now. You said this was urgent?"
Batman glances at me, and I take that as my cue.
"Yes, Mister President. As quickly as I can, last year I was invited by Doctor Beautia Sivana to her annual family gathering. While there I met Doctor Thaddeus Bodog Sivana-
"
A couple of Cabinet Secretaries twitch. I think he once tried to use one of them as a nuclear suicide bomber.
"-and heard him decide to redirect his efforts from fighting superheroes to fighting the Sheeda. I've been keeping tabs on him since, and he's done more or less what he said he was going to. His younger children Thaddeus Sivana Junior and Georgia Sivana have been doing the same. He's given me records of the actions he's taken in this regard and I've…
"
I take paper copies of the summaries out of subspace and deposit them in front of them.
"Confirmed these as best I can. He's been clear with me, however, that he's not trying to
beat the Sheeda so much as see how much of an intellectual challenge they can present him with. When I remonstrated with him on that point he said that he
was willing to go on the offensive, but that he'd want something in return.
"
General Lane's eyes narrow.
"And what might
that be?"
"A pardon, for him and his two younger children.
"
Lane actually gapes for a moment.
"Are you
serious?"
"I'm reporting what he told me. If you mean, 'is
he serious', yes, I believe so. The only thing he wants more than he wants to continue to practise mad science on the innocent people of the world is to get back together with his ex-wife.
"
"He's a
mass murderer."
"Yes, General. In addition, every country on the planet has to pardon him for it to 'count'.
"
The Director of National Intelligence shuffles in his seat, takes a deep breath in and out and raises and lowers his eyebrows.
"That's… A lot. And… What exactly would we get in return?"
"Weapons that can destroy every Sheeda creature and abomination we've seen so far. Technology to block their portals, detect and board their ships and a type of energy shield that nullified their preferred range weapons. Use of robotic soldiers that come with all of that built in, plus access to his entire back catalogue of weapons and equipment if there's something you think might be helpful.
"
Lane leans forward, his eyes wide and focused on me.
"And you know where this guy is?"
"Yes, General.
"
"For
how long?"
"Since early last year.
"
"Are there any
other mass murderers you've been talking to?"
"None pertinent to the ongoing Harrowing, though my personal kill count is in at least six figures.
"
That causes a few flashes of
unease, and I.. consider that I don't actually send reports to either the US government or the Security Council. Or the Themysciran senate or Queen Hippolyta. I've.. never checked what the League passes on about team activities or the activities of team members. Given that Batman has used us as a Charter bypass on more than one occasion, probably not that much.
Horne leafs through the dossier, breathing slowly but deeply. He looks… Shrivelled, frankly. "I… See the Sheeda had agents in the Security Council."
"There have been spine riders on Earth for at least the last century. Probably longer. Airport security doesn't include magic scans.
"
"How..?" He pushes the dossier away slightly. "How..
long would it take Doctor Sivana to get his technology into the field?"
"He already field-tested the robots in New Zealand. Two platoons and a long-range teleporter are ready to go
now. Most of the technology is ready to go
now; he builds it, tests it, then sticks it on a shelf while he works on the
next thing.
"
Horne looks me in the eyes. He… Looks genuinely sad.
"Do you know how many people he's killed? Or tried to kill?"
"Yes.
"
"Do you think we should take this deal?"
I could say that his kill count -while significant- is less than seven billion. I could say that after years of everyone failing to take one mad scientist off the table he's offering to take
himself off. I… Know that
now I could say it to the families of his victims, and I know that they'd never accept that rationale.
"Yes.
"
"Thank you for bringing this to my attention." His eyes dip back to the dossier. "You're going to be talking to other heads of state?" I nod. "I'll need to discuss this with people before making a decision. You'll know before the end of the day."
I nod.
"Thank you, Mister President.
"