Iliana was lying. Not about everything, at least not as far as Angela could tell, which might not be very well given what a good act Iliana had put on with that light show. Under different circumstances, Angela might have swallowed it without question; there was nothing about the woman that spoke of deceit. Honestly, Angela wasn’t even sure how she knew Iliana was lying. She’d never met someone besides her grandfather with powers so similar to her own, so this had her in uncharted waters.
But Angela did know that the diplomat was lying, and there was no part of her that second-guessed what she’d sensed. When Iliana had tapped into her abilities, Angela had felt the depth of the woman’s reserves, the intensity of the light stored within her. She had no idea if she could utilize Iliana’s internal light the way she did the stuff that floated freely through the air, but she could still feel it. And holy damn, was there a lot of it to feel. In the brief glimpse Angela had gotten it had felt like standing outside on a cloudy day, when suddenly a break appeared and the sun shone on everything around her. It was only a few seconds long, yet in that span she’d seen something massive, maybe even incomprehensible, and then the clouds had hidden it away once more.
There were, of course, any number of good reasons for a diplomat not to announce the full spectrum of their powers. Iliana might have been concerned that the human DVA agents would get startled, or the government might be fearful of letting someone with a dangerous gift entry into the country. Still, Iliana had made a big show of demonstrating what she and Steven could do, which made it curious that she’d keep so much tucked away. Unless the entire reason she’d done the demonstration was so that they’d think they knew what the duo was capable of while keeping their true potential hidden. It wasn’t a bad idea, actually. If not for her power tipping her off, Angela probably wouldn’t have question any of their show. Aside from light, Iliana radiated polite sincerity. In hindsight, that should have been the first sign she wasn’t to be trusted.
Ultimately, Angela didn’t know for sure what to do with the information. There might be a perfectly harmless explanation, or something more sinister could be afoot. It wasn’t her job to decide what to do though; she wasn’t the leader of the team. When their shift ended, Angela would tell Unseelie what she’d discovered. How they proceeded from there would be up to her, and Angela was thankful for that. She considered herself great in a fight and good with people, but matters of secret powers and international diplomacy were still out of her depth. That was why she’d worked hard to get a mentor like Unseelie in the first place: to learn these lessons so that one day she would be capable of handling them.
“How would you like to begin your mission?” Unseelie was speaking again now that the others were gone and they could all finally get down to business.
Iliana looked over to Steven briefly before turning to Unseelie and Panic with her peaceful smile still fixed in place. “We’ll be holding a session with local media in a few hours, hopefully getting the word out will bring many of those we’re searching for to us. Until then, I think we’d like to rest and review our documentation. We’ve hired several private investigators over the last few months to run down as many leads as possible, so that’s where we’ll be starting the search tomorrow.”
“I see. No one mentioned that you’d employed investigators,” Unseelie replied. There was something in her voice, not quite suspicion but a little less open friendliness than had been there before.
Iliana either didn’t notice the minor shift in tone, which seemed unlikely given her job, or chose not to address it. “Yes, we’ve learned it’s best to work quietly whenever possible. Obviously for a trip like this such a thing is impossible, but in terms of gathering information we get much better results when the name United Avalon isn’t anywhere near the work. As a high profile personality, I’m sure you can understand the necessity of such methods.”
She made a point. An official inquiry from United Avalon would be vetted and discussed through multiple levels of government, but slipping cash to a local private eye would get fast answers without too many questions. While Unseelie still probably wasn’t too happy about someone working on the sly in her town, her voice sounded friendlier when she spoke next.
“There’s a lot to be said for working quietly, I suppose. Did you get many solid leads from your investigators?”
“A few, though less than we’d hoped for,” Iliana admitted. “Reaching those burrowed in deep will be difficult. My dearest hope is that when they see us, talk with us, they’ll know we speak the truth and that it’s safe to come home. But The Republic of Krezic wielded deceit and misinformation freely as their weapon of choice, I fear just seeing me on camera will not be enough to truly assure all of our people. They’ll need to meet Steven and I in person, shake our hands, look in our eyes and know that we are earnest. Some will come after the story. Others we will have to search out. It’s our hope that the first group will give us leads to the second.”
“We’ll make sure the message reaches as many people as possible. I’ve got a few friends in the media, and trust me when I say this is a story they plan to run with.” Panic looked quite reassuring, and for no small reason. As the team’s head of media coordination, she wasn’t blowing smoke. Even after only a few weeks with the Wayward Wraiths Angela had seen the amount of pull Panic had. She never seemed to throw her weight around either; favors were always done with a grin and a slap on the back. It was a style of diplomacy that Angela immediately admired and instantly knew she’d never be able to properly duplicate. Panic had an inherent likability that couldn’t be faked, at least not unless someone was a master manipulator.
Steven stepped forward, drawing closer to Iliana and the team. “We appreciate any aid you can give. Though Iliana is focusing on the positive, you are all clearly smart enough to know what this sort of media saturation means. Anyone with cause, real or perceived, to attack United Avalon will know precisely where we are and how to reach us. Your jobs will not be easy ones, and we commend you for undertaking them.
Unseelie waved him off immediately. “Like I said, keeping people safe is what Heroes do. Although, if you’ll permit me for saying so, I wish you’d reconsider your choice of location. A hotel like this has lots of other guests that might be collateral damage. We’d be happy to set you up a safe house or give you some rooms at our base to minimize civilian involvement, if you were open to the idea.”
Steven opened his mouth to reply, but Iliana put a hand on his shoulder and spoke first. “Yes, we considered that possibility. That’s why we’re waiting until this afternoon to alert the press. That ensures that every other guest will have time to check out and be clear of this building. No one will be staying here but us until the mission is finished.”
A long beat of silence filled the room as everyone pieced together what Iliana was telling them. “Hang on,” Panic said finally, “are you telling me that you rented all the rooms in this hotel and kicked everybody out?”
“Certainly not, that would be wildly impractical,” Iliana replied. “We simply purchased the entire hotel outright. The details were finalized just before we came here, and right now the DVA is carrying out the transfer and evacuation. It was a bit of an expense, however we are guests in your country and it only seemed proper to risk as few civilian lives as possible.”
Unseelie and Panic both took the news in stride, but Angela felt her eyes widen a bit at the realization that these two had bought a very expensive looking hotel on what sure felt like a whim. United Avalon, apparently, was not here to fuck around.