The Meeting Hall<br/><br/>There are two places inside the top secret C-U-L-T facility. That both Agent and Strike-Team member alike would rather not enter. The boardroom, the private meeting room with the Directory conversed with their more trusted senior members, and The Meeting Hall. This large, white tiled and mostly vacant room was a place that the entire task-force would have to gather on certain occasions. Today was one of those ocassions. Zeke, who had now been joined by fellow members in the hall. Had been seated with his hands folded in his lap, and his head titled towards the floor.<br/><br/>Other members had taken their seats, and had begun to converse with their colleges. "What do you think this one is about?" Zeke overheard one member inquire as they laid back in their chair. "Can't say, but if it's one of these conversations. It's not good." Replied the other college as they took a sip of coffee. This brought a smile to Zeke's face. He had figured that most of the task-force members were in the dark. This had been a common practice in their line of work. The lack of knolwedge in times of duress or uncertainty. Had always been the Director's preferred method of keeping a lid on things. In fact the best way to sum that concept up is a quote that Director made every Agent and strike-team leader chant as a mantra.<br/><br/>"The lesser people know. The fewer bodies you need to bury."<br/><br/>It had been around 10am on the dot when the Director marched them self up towards the large podium at the front of the meeting hall. Dressed in their one of a kind velvet suit and custom tailored fedora imported from Italy. "Morning everyone." Greeted the Director in a deep, smokey voice as they placed their hands on the podium. Today the Director was a brunette with looks that could kill, and a chest that could cause a strong man to fall to knees. Tomorrow they will probably be somebody entirely different. "What is the name today Ma'am?" Inquired one of the task force members seated in the front row. The Director smirked, and brushed her hair to the side. "Director Vixen." Laughter could be heard from many of the members as they continued to look onward up towards their Director.<br/><br/>Zeke, who too had cracked a smile, wondered about how severe this 'matter' had to be if the Director had addressed them all like this. It was very common for the Director to dawn an appearance visually appealing to the senses when they needed to address the task force as a whole. More so when matters were of an extreme importance, and possibly vital to the balance of order. The Director took a moment of silence to gather their thoughts, and to clarify what they wanted to explain. This concerned Zeke even more as he folded his arms up against his chest. The Agents and task force members seated beside him too shared that insensitive. As they waited in silence for what their Director had to explain.<br/><br/>"Sooooo...Our world is on the brink of a war ladies and gentlemen." Were the next lines that left the Director lips. "Yesterday morning, around 0100 hours I received a rather urgent phone call from the head of the United Nations Security Council. Apparently a rather pissed off Elvin Lord is in the process of declaring war on our realm. That or is demanding the heads of those responsible for the attacks on the world trade center a few days ago." The Director hesitated slightly, and lowered their head down towards the podium. They sighed, and lifted their head up towards the task force members. "Does anyone mind If I smoke?" No one seemed to oppose or protests that request. The Director smiled, and nodded towards their Agents. They reached their hands into the built in cabinet in their podium, and opened a box of premium Cuban cigars. They took out one of the cigars, and lit it with a match from their pocket. The Director placed the cigar in their mouth, and took a couple puffs. The cigar had a familiar taste to it, and at times of extreme duress. Allowed the Director, along with a glass of bourbon or whiskey. To deal with these types of situations.<br/><br/>"You can only guess what happen next. I sat in a nice little boardroom for the next six or eight hours with representatives from the United States and Europe. They wanted to know what WE as a task force was going to do about it, and how 'WE' would prevent said conflict from transpiring." The Director stopped once more, and took another puff of their cigar. "I then had to figure out a way to best handle the situation, or at least appease the Elvin Lord. I explained my task force will take a little 'field-trip' into the fae realm." The Director then smirked as they tilted their heads towards the ceiling. "I am sure everyone is filled with questions at the moment before I continue. So please ask them before i carry on."