Apocalyptic Rebirth: With a repairman system space, she rises again. Chapter 132: Ceasar and the watcher

Things were not rosy at the White house. President Ceasar had been in a bad mood ever since the team he sent out returned without Moon Raine. He had been even more upset to hear that the other side had more superhumans than he did, strong ones at that.

He didn’t just want Moon alone anymore; he wanted all the other superheroes that Lugard had told him about. That is why he had teams out there searching for superhumans with Janet’s help.

He would build his own tea of super humans and beco an unstoppable force.

Those thoughts had been on his mind for so long that he had been unable to sleep the previous night. In the morning, when he planned to rest his eyes, news ca that the watchers that had not been seen for an entire day had returned.

Just one. It looked a little different from the normal ones. It had eyes the color of the greenest erald, the shape and build of a comrcial airliner and a beak so long that it could have been used to drill for oil underground.

The bird perched on the rail of the state house balcony near what remained of the president’s office and stood there, silent, still, a sentinel that refused to be ignored. This was the closest it had co to the humans. Humans in that area were still evacuating out of fear.

Ceaser moved to the presidential office and drew the curtains back, observing it. Every ti he shifted in his chair, lifted his hand to reach for a glass of water or turned a page in his notes, he could swear the bird’s head followed him.

He tried to tell himself that it was a coincidence, but deep down he knew the bird was watching him, asuring him, judging him.

What was it after? Why had it co alone? Was it ranked higher than the last ones that ca to the White house? Hours passed and the bird did not move. By noon, fear had spread across the compound and soldiers were standing guard ready to shoot even though they had a feeling that it would be useless.

They all had different theories about the bird with so saying that it was a spy, one claid that it was the eye of judgent and whoever the bird watched was already condemned.

So people claid that it was selecting individuals from among them but for what....they had no clue. Ceaser dismissed a lot of theories except for the spy theory.

And he was not about to show cowardice in such a mont where everyone was watching. If this bird was sent as a spy or ssenger, then he would treat it as such. Leaders did not sit back and wait for answers. They demanded them.

So, with blooming determination, Ceaser walked to the balcony and cleared his throat.

The bird flew down and landed in the compound. Ceasar did not give up, he got a gaphone and stood on the balcony with his head raised. He almost looked heroic as the cold air whipped his coat.

The bird in all its majesty fixed its eyes on Ceasar and for a mont he felt a shiver of unease run down his spine.

He pushed the fear down. Raising the gaphone, his voice thundered across the compound.

"Greetings, avian visitor," he began in in his best diplomatic voice, "I am president Ceaser, leader of this nation. We welco you to earth and I would like to let you know that we are a peaceful species."

The sound echoed over the noise of the rain. The bird blinked once, slow, deliberate. It tilted it’s head as though listening but not a single word ca in return.

Ceaser pressed forward, emboldened by his own words. "If you co as an envoy, then deliver your ssage. If you represent other creatures, then summon them especially your commander. I am willing to talk leader to leader. Let there be diplomacy not shadow play!"

The bird let out a sound like a whale being gutted and so of those that had co out to spectate dove back into their hiding places. Ceasar’s secret service agents gathered closer around him. So soldiers also hid while others developed trembling leg syndro.

Other than that, the bird did not attempt to communicate again.

Ceaser brought the gaphone to his mouth and said loudly. "I did not understand what you ant noble avian. Perhaps you should co inside, and we can talk over a cup of tea, wine or so food. We are eager to understand you. To learn from you. To share our culture with you."

There was no response, just that blank unnerving stare.

Ceaser lowered the gaphone, sweat beading at his temples. His heartbeat faster, not from fear__no never fear but from the weight of silence.

It was one thing to be answered with rage, but to be answered with nothing at all was intolerable. He tried again, pacing forward, raising one arm. "What do you want? Tribute? Territory? Or is it recognition? Na your terms but do not insult with your silence!"

Still the bird remained motionless.

"If you will not negotiate, then you leave with no choice but to treat you like a hostile."

At that he signaled the guards. They lifted riffles fitted with tranquilizer darts, their hands trembling as they took aim. Ceaser gave one last command through the gaphone.

"Submit or be taken!"

The darts flew, sleek silver streaks slicing the air. They struck the birds body, bouncing off its steel like feathers. For a heartbeat beat, silence held. Then spectators that were still peaking gasped. The bird did not flinch. The darts had dropped uselessly to the ground.

The bird tilted its head slightly, as if weighing how to respond to what they were doing. Then it sneezed and continued to stare at Ceasar. It kicked one of the darts away sending it back into the white house.

Ceaser’s jaw tightened. He gave the signal again. More darts hissed through the air, two, six, ten. Each one failed. The bird’s eye glowed brighter, patient, mocking and unyielding.

Finally with a slow beat of its vast wings, the bird rose high into the sky circling once above the White house.

Ceaser stood in the gale, unbowed, his coat snapping around him as he glared up at the ascending form.

The state house fell deathly silent.

The soldiers looked at each other, uncertain about what to do next.

Defeated, Ceaser lowered the gaphone, breathing heavy but steady. His face was set in stone, but within his mind, thoughts churned. The bird had not attacked but it had defied him. It had co to watch and left on its own accord, untouched by the tranquilizer.

Worry began to gnaw at him about what the alien birds were planning but he would not allow his people to detect any fear in him.

He raised his voice again to reassure the people. "You all saw it," he declared. "That thing cos here to intimidate us, to test our strengths. But we will not kneel, and I will not rest until I catch one of those birds alive and get us so damn answers."

To his words, so cheered weakly more out of fear than conviction, others wondered if the president was delusional, but none dared to question him loud the most they did was exchange gazes.

Ceaser stord back to his office, angrier than he was before the bird ca. "Soday, I will kill those damn birds and eat their flesh." he mumbled to himself.