JULIAN COMPTON

CHAPTER 5

I think it was quite obvious what my choice was gonna be. I was about to deliver a special package of s**t back to some people who treated me like s**t. And I was going to do this the hard, bloody way.

"Mr President, the knights are having an ongoing meeting. Do you care to join?" A rather short man in a black suit and blue tie asked another man seated behind a desk in front of him.

"Of course. I hear that they think that America wants to use their Amorite resources to make powerful weapons and enhanced individuals to conquer the world. Is that verified?" Asked the other man behind the desk, in a grey colored suit, red tie and a pair of glasses.

The man behind the desk, obviously the president being referred to was a tall lean man in his early fifties. He had a very serious look on his face, as he was said to always have, with black hair with a streak of grey.

"Oui Monsieur, it is verified. America does actually plan to make Amorite powered suits, very technologically advanced and not like any we have seen before. They plan for the Armour suits to be donned by trusted soldiers, the armour men. The country plans to use these super soldiers to win their wars, hence, conquering anywhere they deem fit." The short man, the president's assistant replied.

The president was silent and thought pensively for a while.

"So we have no choice then than to join forces with the black knights I presume."

"Oui. But your Excellency, if I may speak, how does liberating the black and oppressed people in America benefit us in any way?" The assistant asked.

"I couldn't care less about those black idiots. I don't give a damn about them. We just have to bear them and give them all the support they need, for the time being at least. Remember, they are the key to bringing down our greatest enemy, America, from the inside. With their help we won't need to sacrifice any personnel, They provide us with the information and all we have to do is to secretly support them with weaponry and any other material, resource or tool necessary for their victory. Our victory." the president stated, a smile forming on his lips.

"But why do we need their help? We are a very power nation as it is. We could just team up with other European countries, who have so long been waiting for the downfall of America, and launch an attack against the country."

"Didn't you learn anything from history, from the war between Russia and Ukraine. We can't just launch an attack. We would look like the bad guys in the eyes if the international court and the world. That's why we need those rebels, the black knights to start the fight for us. To launch the attack from within." The president replied and burst out laughing.

"Brilliant. Just brilliant sir. You really are our leader for a reason Monsieur. What a very brilliant plan you have there. A very brilliant plan indeed." his assistant complimented and joined the French president to laugh and celebrate their future success.

"Shall we join the meeting, Pan. I heard that they will soon appoint a new dragon, their leader. I think he's the son of the Second dragon, John Compton. What's his name again, Pan?"

"Julian sir. Julian Compton is his name. He had the same rought history as his father and now swears to avenge his parents deaths by destroying the crooked America." the assistant, Pan replied.

"Hmmm. Ok. As long as we have the same primary objective and he helps us accomplish our goals. Let's keep his identity a secret and spare him. We shall keep him alive for as long as he can be of use to us. When he tries to betray us, rebel or try to create his own America. If he does anything of that sort we shall...." the president stated, using his hand to form a s***h at his neck, the type meaning the death of a person.

"Let's not keep our PARTNERS waiting shall we."

At that, he stood up and they both left the room to a conference room where they had a web meeting with some people who didn't turn on their web cam for security reasons. They just looked like talking shadows on a screen.

Guess in this type of game we play, you can't trust no one.

"So what now, Aunt. What's the next step?" I asked my aunt.

It had been two weeks since I found out the truth about my father and the black knights.

"I helped you speak to some of the pillars of the Black knights. If you are ready to prove yourself worth you can become the new Dragon, the third Dragon." she said in reply to my question.

"The pillars? Who are they? Who were the other leaders, the Dragons?" I asked

"The pillars are somehow like the government of the organization, or like the board of directors of you feel comfortable with that explanation. They convene and discuss important matters concerning the secret organization."

"The other leaders, or past leaders or Dragons as they were called were your Grandpa, the first dragon and founder of the secret organization. The second Dragon was your father, John Compton. And you my dear are going to become the third and youngest Dragon in the history of our organization."

"Wow. I don't know whether I should be happy or sad. It's a great honour to be a dragon of course, but, being the youngest also means being the one to have the earliest death, Or at least that's what it understand from your explanation. The younger you become Dragon, the younger you die." I said, being a little bit sarcastic.

"That's not necessary true. Ok, the Dragons die rather earlier than their normal life span. That's a fact and u wouldn't want to lie to you, but, if you succeed on your mission you would get to live a very long and happy life. All you have to do is to succeed. Thousands of black and oppressed people are counting on your success, so please, succeed, for all our sakes." My aunt pleaded.

I thought pensively. I hadn't even began the mission but I already had a lot of lives in my shoulders. Failure wasn't an option. I had to succeed no matter the cost.