Chapter 160 The Appointnt
New Clark City, September 22nd, 2023. The dawn's light barely broke through the dense clouds, casting a somber glow over the headquarters of the survivor's camp. Inside, forr Vice President Maria Santos prepared to convene an urgent eting with the camp's council.
The atmosphere in the room was tense, charged with the weight of impending decisions. The council, comprised of individuals who had risen to the occasion in these trying tis, gathered around a large, makeshift table littered with maps and docunts. Each councilor bore the responsibility of overseeing different aspects of the camp's operations, their faces etched with the seriousness of their roles.
As Maria took her place at the head of the table, she surveyed the room, her eyes lingering on each councilor. They were a diverse group, united by circumstance and the shared goal of survival. Despite the uncertainty of their situation, there was a palpable sense of resolve among them.
"Thank you all for coming. As you all know, a private military company known as Blackwatch has made contact with our camp with the intention of moving into New Clark City. Of course, we are the first to occupy the city and so we have the right to deny them. However, Graves, a soldier of the Blackwatch, showed irrefutable evidence showing their arsenals. If we were to fight them, I believe that we wouldn't stand a chance against their firepower. This puts us in a difficult position," Maria explained.
The councilors exchanged glances, their concern evident. One of them, a middle-aged man with a stern look, spoke up. "So, what are you suggesting, Maria? Are we just going to let them walk in here and take over?"
Maria shook her head. "Not necessarily. Graves assured that they didn't intend to take over. They're looking for a base of operations and are willing to share resources. We need to consider the potential benefits of their presence here."
Another councilor, a woman with sharp features, chid in. "But can we trust them? They are a military force, after all. What if they decide to take control later on and lose our power?"
Maria leaned forward, placing her hands on the table. "That's the risk we have to weigh. On one hand, their presence could an better security for us against external threats. On the other, we risk losing our autonomy. But let's be clear – we're not in a position to engage them in combat effectively."
General Peralta raised a hand and spoke. "I had a small exchange with Graves, the soldier. And I believe that if we accept them, and let them occupy New Clark City, a power struggle may be inevitable. Even if they co with good intentions, their presence and military strength could overshadow our authority."
Maria nodded at General Peralta's concerns. "That's a valid point, General. We need to ensure that any agreent with Blackwatch includes clear terms about command structure and authority within the camp."
A younger councilor, his voice tinged with urgency, interjected. "We should also consider our current situation. Our resources are limited, and their offer to share supplies could be a lifeline for us. It's a tough call, but the potential benefits might outweigh the risks."
The discussion continued, with each counselor voicing their opinions and concerns. So were wary of the potential threat posed by Blackwatch, while others focused on the desperate need for resources and security enhancents.
After a lengthy debate, Maria called for a vote. "We need to make a decision. All those in favor of opening negotiations with Blackwatch, raise your hands."
A majority of hands went up, signaling a reluctant agreent to negotiate with the private military company.
Maria looked around the room, her expression resolute. "Alright, the decision is made. We will negotiate with Blackwatch but on our terms. We'll draft a proposal outlining our conditions and expectations. I want this to be a partnership, not a takeover."
As the eting concluded, Maria reached for the radio Graves handed to her and—awkwardly, she didn't know how to use it.
"Uhm…General Peralta…how do you use this radio?" Maria asked, holding the device uncertainly in her hands.
General Peralta stepped forward, a hint of a smile on his face. "Here, let show you," he said, taking the radio from her. He quickly demonstrated how to turn it on and switch to the appropriate frequency. "Just press this button to talk, and make sure you release it when you're done speaking," he explained.
Maria nodded, taking back the radio. "Thank you, General,"
She pressed the button, hesitated for a mont, then spoke. "This is Maria Santos, forr vice president and current leader of the New Clark City survivors' camp. We've discussed your proposal and are willing to open negotiations. Let's arrange a eting to discuss terms."
After a brief pause, an unfamiliar voice crackled through the speaker.
"Oh…Madam vice president…we weren't expecting to receive your call so early."
"Who are you? Where is Graves?" Maria asked.
"Oh I forgot, I'm Richard Gonzales and I'm the founder of the Blackwatch Military…"
"You are?" Maria's brows furrowed. "You sound young and from your accent alone…are you a Filipino?"
"I am indeed, and I get it all the ti. Like, how co a man like has soone from another country under my command. Well, it's simple really, I'm rich and our past clients are richer than . So it all explains the arsenal that we have. Okay, for the discussion, do you want to discuss it face to face or not?"
Maria hesitated for a mont, processing the unexpected information. "Yes, I believe a face-to-face eting would be best to discuss the terms," she replied cautiously.
"Great…and the location would be…in your camp?"
"If possible, yes," Maria said.
"Okay…how about the ti? Are you fine with it in the morning or in the evening?"
"Morning, and please be careful with your helicopters, they are too loud and they attract unwanted attention."
"Don't worry, I will have an air asset that will take care of them should they decide to appear," Richard assured her. "We'll be discreet in our approach. I'll send Graves with the details shortly."
"Understood," Maria replied. "So tomorrow morning, at our camp. We'll prepare breakfast."
"If you still have food left, that would be delightful…but you don't have to force yourselves," Richard added, his tone light but considerate.
Maria gave a small, strained smile, even though Richard couldn't see it. "We'll manage. See you tomorrow then."
After ending the call, Richard addressed the command center.
"You have heard our conversation, there will be a eting tomorrow morning. I want everyone on their ga…we want that camp, so let's negotiate for it."
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