The smiling man squeezed the edge of the table. There was anxiety on his face.
"Let's vote! Please raise your hands if you agree to allocate all our resources to stop the WHO from preventing this potential pandemic."
The eleven people who were all well-dressed and elegant looked at each other. They had been supporting wars in several parts of the world as an effort to control the world's population.
The mission of the super-secret organization whose members were the worlds' super rich people who had the same ideas and principles was actually very simple. Maintaining the balance between the number of human population and the world's capacity to sustain life.
Even if it had to use extreme means such as war and plague, the Organization would justify it. They had a secret research laboratory that produced small samples of biological and chemical weapons of mass destruction. The plan was the prototype of weapons would be produced in a large quantity at the right time.
The man who was pacing back and forth waiting for a response from the rest of the members was the leader of the organization for almost two decades.
He had aristocratic background with extraordinary wealth from his lineage. He owned a large renewable energy industry, despised fossil oil and vowed to never use it personally. The Chairman spent most of his time in his castles while diligently controlled the whole organization.
The twelve members of the Organization were famous people as well as billionaires from many nationalities. The Chairman was never discriminate but very strict in accepting new members, keeping the number of members to a minimum. Thirteen people including the chairman.
The Organization operated in an extreme paradox. On one hand, they were aggressively campaigning the protection of natural resources, and conservation of flora and fauna, water and ocean. But on the other hand, if the pattern of balance began to shift due to human population explosion, they would not hesitate to spread their deadly tentacles to balance everything again.
If a symbol was to be created to represent the organization, it would be something with the face of angelic devil. If such thing ever existed.
This organization had very strong networks everywhere. Obviously through financial strength, political lobbying and the ability to commit violence. Therefore, when the case of Mollivirus sibericum and Afrormosia bacteria started to appear, they were able to sniff it out first.
Both diseases were a rare opportunity for the Organization. Human over population would be once again lowered by the upcoming pandemic without them lifting any finger. What more could they asked?
It was just that they could detect the WHO's intention to mitigate the possibility of a deadly outbreak. Of course, the Chairman was furious. He would do everything in his power to thwart all efforts from Adli Aslan and his team.
No one knew that the GRU's raid on the DGSE's secret safe house was ordered by a member of the organization who had tremendous influence in Russian territory and the surrounding countries.
In contrast to the DGSE under Pierre's control, which targeted Fabumi as a valuable asset, the GRU was ordered to extract Fabumi and eliminate him without a trace so he would not be a research object to obtain a serum to ward off a pandemic.
Nine people raised their hands. Nine out of eleven members of the organization agreed with the Chairman's proposal. Two were silent but one of them spoke up. The whole Organization should consist of 13 people. However, the Chairman had been reluctant to replace the member number 13.
"Chairman, my brother and I actually agree with your proposal. It's just that there needs to be an agreement about the actions we will take to those who intend to prevent this pandemic from happening," The tall, skinny and pale-faced man was a little nervous when he expressed his opinion. His younger brother was silent next to him.
"What do you mean?" The Chairman did not want to look at the person he was talking to.
His eyes were glued to a large painting showing an illustration of the Black Death in the 13th-14th centuries.
"Uhm, are we going to get rid of them all physically? Or are we going to undermine all their moves and fight it diplomatically?"
The Chairman was silent for a moment. He was looking down but smiling slightly. His voice was low as he cast a decision.
"We will let the Executor do his job. He is the one who will plan and act. We only give him a purpose. We must not let this natural process stopped by ANYONE!"
The two people who previously hesitated slowly raised their hands.
The decision was made. The Chairman's decision was non-negotiable. One must not let that friendly face lose a smile, because what would appear later was the face of a demon who did not hesitate to borrow the hands of an angel of death to bring back his smile.
The Chairman bowed, smiled broadly and politely to all members of the organization in front of him. He turned around and his eyes drew back to the Black Death painting in front of him.