Something that’s popped into my head and I wanted to get down:
A flicker from a gauntlet, a flash of blue and the sudden disapproving glare of Five.
“This is International Rescue, I’ll ask you allow our operatives to do their job in peace before we take this to the World Council.”
“What do you mean?” Frustration, confusion. They never learn, do they? “What could you possibly say to make them care?” Oh. They’re asking for it.
“Let’s just say that we retain evidence of a particular… incident we aren’t afraid to bring to light. Your commander would certainly know about it.”
Keep the tone light, eyes narrow. The only fire any recordings will see will be the colour of his hair. It does stand out against all the blue.
“Wait, you don’t mean- no, you can’t-“ He’s got them now. “That’s blackmail!”
“You can call it that but trust me when I say that it will be more harmful to your organisation than ours.” Go cold now. It’s personal. It’s always been personal. They can’t hide behind titles and commands forever. Now when he knows the truth. “Just because our father is gone doesn't mean your commander can push us around. You come after my big brother, you come after all of us. And if you try again… well…”
“Y-you wouldn’t dare…”
Stone cold. Heartless. Maybe they deserve a taste of their own medicine.
A threat from Orbit.
“Try me.”
