With no other choice, the Ghosts has neither reason but to comply with the Abyssal’s demand. With a single voice command, they would deactivate their cloaking devices making their presence known. The first two would appear right in front of their eccentric host down the end of the table, glaring at her with severe intensity while the other half present themselves right along the side where the Ri-class battleships were. All four had their rifles drawn, aiming the iron sights down at the very beings that plague the high seas for years. The electronic contact lenses they were wearing illuminated a bright shade of blue. Filling the air with apprehension and uncertainty of what was going to happen next.
A few seconds felt like an eternity for these silent operators, their fingers resting against the trigger staring right at the Abyssals intensely not busting a single inch of movement while in turn, the soulless abominations stared back at them with large cannons at the ready. When it comes to being a part of this elite spec ops unit, it’s top tier operators were amongst the very best the United States had to offer. The silent professionals that couldn’t be seen, couldn’t be heard and has always managed to give their enemies the nightmares that kept them awake at night. However, with all their skills and unique professionalism, this particular Ghost team were the ones that have been drawn from the shadows and found themselves boxed in on all sides.
There was nothing much they could do in a predicament like this knowing full well what the Ghosts were dealing with. What’s worse, there was the worse possible outcome that they could have their asses blown up into charted pieces of themselves. Not to mention getting turn about for the full terrifying unholy might of Abyssal navel firepower given the chance. All of this would drive in for the Ghosts to wonder just what were they actually even dealing with right now? Sure they had heard the stories on how these derelicts ravaged the seas but never had these operators seen one with such intelligence, cunning, and possession of a silver tongue the likes of which it was never seen.
One of the Ghosts assumed to be the team leader, proceeded to move his hand pressing a button on his electronic cross-com lenses seemingly trying to notify his superiors of this sudden turn of events “Ghost lead to command, our team had just made contact with the target, and we appeared to have been boxed in on all sides, requesting further orders over?” For a moment, there would have been a brief exchange of communication between the leader and the higher chain of command. Though any attempt of interception on the Abyssal’s part would have been futile due to the advanced rolling encrypted security signals embedded within the device.
Another brief moment of communication passes by, only this time, the Ghost team leader would perk his head up almost as if he was surprised for some apparent reason. The other three glances their heads over carrying the same expression as they must have picked up on the com lines. With utter reluctance, all four nods at one another and slowly lowered their arms, and silently took their seats not saying a single word to one another. They still had their rifles on the side of their slings and could easily draw them out again in case the enemy tried to pull a fast one. It was not very long when the Ghost lead made a hard glare at the eccentric Hime class ship before speaking “Okay, now since you decided to throw this little dinner party for us, there are actually two things that I want you to understand,” he proceeded to point a finger towards his own cross-com making sure the derelicts had his attention “This little thing we Ghosts are wearing have state of the art facial recognition technology and live camera feed to our superiors. Which means, Scharnhorst, we know who you are, and if you try anything on us in return, you can rest assured these caverns will be up in smokes via drone strike before you even realized it.”
The battleship’s eyebrow went up at the mention of her true name; she never appeared before her government to return to service. Could it have cross-referenced based on her sister? Technology became an ever more concerning thing.
“If I wanted you boys dead, you already would be. Väinä? I believe we’re ready.” The Finn nodded, her song ending abruptly as she stood and left, presumably for the kitchen. Once her retainer was gone, the Svalbard Battleship Princess took her own seat.
“It’s quite a shame the jig’s up, really; I was hoping to leave an atmosphere of mystery and suspense to our little charade, but I must admit this leaves me a little... blindsided. After all, I can’t very well guess a list of redacted names, can I? Regardless, I know why you’re here.”
“Information. The Pentagon is already aware something was... fishy with the timing and situation of the border conflict between the Finns and the Russians, no? With the Baltic Fleet being safely nestled in St. Petersburg, the whole lot of them have an alibi, too. So many questions remain: Who fired on the city of Turku? Who cut communications along the entire border? Who provided arms and training for the pro-Finnish resistance in the Russian-held Karelia? And why, oh why, did this coincide so perfectly with the Abyssal blockades of Murmansk and Arkhangelsk by sea and air, and the disjointed Abyssal attacks on every Russian sea holding?” Holding a smug grin over a pregnant pause, the regent then shook her head.
“You’ll have to do a bit of work to get those kinds of answers out of me. I am curious how you thought you’d do that if I was abducted or how you’d even abduct me at all! Your superiors sent you walking into the serpent’s nest without an idea of what kind of snake lived there. A pity.”
“So, shall we strike a deal? You tell me what I want to know, and I tell you what you want to know, no waterboarding required. I think that’s awful generous, talking to my would-be kidnappers, no?”
