At Governess's prompting, St George put down the tablet, looking sheepish, if one could look sheepish through a blank white facemask.<br/><br/>He looked up, nodding apologetically at the android.<br/><br/>"Welcome."<br/><br/>His voice was rich and deep, comforting and solid like oak.<br/><br/>"Jack." As George looked at the vampiress, if he felt any discomfort at knowing her dark...her<em>very</em>dark history, he did not show it. "Your presence here disproves history and I look forward to having your assets on our side. I'm sure we could even help clean up your record, but then again I'm not sure you want it clean, do you?" The voice was friendly. This was St George attempting banter. With a vampire.<br/><br/>"Navigator. Or would you prefer I address you as your rank befits? I'm a regular donor to the Help for Heroes charity, and I am comforted to know we'll have a genuine veteran fighting the good fight with us. It was chaps like you that gave us all the right idea in the first place, and your bravery in the face of facism and evil is something we'll be looking to mimic in the coming campaigns. Thank you so much for coming."<br/><br/>"Lady...Spitfire." George had to remind himself not to use her real name, despite the two's familiarity. What had happened to her parents was sad, but more lives could be lost if Abigail were to not channel her talents in the right direction. "There'll be plenty of parties to get to once we've dismantled the BDP. Remember old hippy folks talk about the summer of love here in '69? Well, stretch that across the country and that's the end goal to all this. I'm sure you've got some fireworks packed away in all your toys there..." George smiled through the mask.<br/><br/>"And...Tigress." If the Union leader was bothered that the Colombian girl had tottered in late, he didn't show any annoyance.  Noting her fidgeting, he attempted to make her more comfortable. "Tu aqui es muy bueno. Gracias, guapa. Tranquilla." Roughly - very roughly - translated, that was [You here, is very good. Thank you, sweetheart/hotty. Chill out.] "Apologies for my terrible Spanish!" A more fluent Spanish speaker might note that George stumbled over "guapa",  a common Spanish term calling someone "beautiful"...the amorous Hispanics use it all the time, but to a proper English gent, well...one just didn't throw stuff out like that all the time, unless one had a good reason to embarrass oneself. The mask fortunately hid any blush he may make.<br/><br/>George knew he would have to jump through a few hoops to get this team settled in.<br/><br/>"Thank you all for coming. Really. Your presence here fills us all with hope for the future. You have seen how bad it is in this country, and our presence, our team, our Union, can change that, and your simple existence in the same room together is going to give the BDP something to worry about."<br/><br/>The more astute may note the change in his voice when he mentions the BDP. A tightness...some...unresolved history.<br/><br/>"We know something of all of you, just as I'm sure you know something about me. Well, it's true. I'm not exactly a reincarnated saint, but...for all intents and purposes here, I might as well be. Think on what you represent. A modern, powerful, tolerant, just and fair Great Britain. One not content to sit by and watch its great legacy be chewed down by gluttonous thugs and dark-minded despots. Not just here, either."<br/><br/>St George took a few steps so he was now at the middle of the table, fiddled a few taps on the lightscreen, and flung a digital display (probably routed through Governess) into the air above the Union team member's heads.<br/><br/>It was a map of the world, the countries in a cool blue, names of some capital cities floating above their locations. Some of them glowed yellow against the blue.<br/><br/>"Here are the other spots across the world our operatives have narrowed BDP influence down to, including their contractors and outside agents." Some of the yellow-coloured cities flashed up...Los Angeles, San Paulo, Amsterdam, Rome, Beijing were some, but not all.<br/><br/>"But before we can safely reign in this influence on the world...we have to at least try at its source."<br/><br/>The map zoomed in onto an exploded view of London, which was previously flagged as orange on the map.<br/><br/>"The BDP and the Redcoats are responsible for many atrocities here, which some of you will know only too well, and this government is in parts too powerless and too apathetic to stop them, rather allowing them to take control, slowly, like a dying body accepting painkillers as it slides into a coma."<br/><br/>St George's mighty fist was clenched.<br/><br/>"It's..it's not their fault. Things have been hard and to just blame the politicians would be too easy and blame hurling. They are just people, after all."<br/><br/>St George turned from the map to the other Union members.<br/><br/>"But<em>you</em>are more than just people. You are the new face of heroism. You are a force the likes of which modern fascism has not counted for. You, with all your varying talents and abilities, are the new hope of the UK...and the world."