Iliana ignored the cryptic phrase for a bit, putting the final touches on a new press release that would go out the next morning. Ostensibly, she and Steven were sharing a room, albeit one with separate beds, to make things simpler for their bodyguards. After all, it was easier to defend one place than two. And there was truth to that, but the other reason they always bunked together was one of simple necessity: it allowed them a place to speak in private. True, they had to use a few implements to sweep out and jam the bugs that were always planted, yet even that was short work thanks to the devices whipped up by the tech-based Supers back home. United Avalon’s government embraced Supers of all kinds, especially those capable of crafting useful contraptions. Telepaths and the like were, of course, still an issue, however they were best dealt with through mental training, a few carefully chosen allies, and a very firmly worded treaty between their nations. Even if the USA did manage to overhear something using spurious methods, admitting to it would be a serious crime, which meant as long as they didn’t offer up anything too juicy the diplomats were largely safe.
“They don’t know anything,” Iliana said when her work was finally done. “They suspect things are off, at the most. If they knew, this night would be playing out quite differently. Besides, even if they do fully catch on it isn’t as though we’ve committed any crimes. You and I are United Avalon’s diplomats, and we are searching for our former countrymen. None of that is false, and we’re doing it with the full permission of the US government.”
“I still think working right under the noses of Heroes is dangerous, even for us.” Steven walked over to her desk, looking down at the press release and studying it carefully. “It’s a needless risk to take.”
“Needless? Every time we’re on foreign soil we’re at risk. While we can handle ourselves in most situations, that doesn’t mean it’s not prudent to use other resources when they’re at our disposal. And some of the targets we’ll be chasing are dangerous. If they put up a fight, we might need the Heroes to help.”
Steven let out a snort under his breath, even as his eyes continued moving down the page. “Is that the claim? That you might need help taking down another Super?”
“I might need help doing it without leveling a city block. This mission isn’t worth it if success comes at the cost of starting a war with one of our few allies. Especially an ally with a population of Supers already trained up and ready for a fight. Even with our advantages, their numbers and power would probably overwhelm us. United Avalon needs time to settle itself. Time to build up its defenses.”
“And then what? Go to war?” Steven asked.
“Not without cause,” Iliana said. “Never without cause. We’ve both seen enough bloodshed to know the toll of conflict. I won’t let our nation be overtaken or subjugated, but I also don’t intend to start picking pointless fights. All of that is moot until we’re actually capable of winning a war in the first place though, which means cleaning up the last of The Republic of Krezic’s messes.”
Pointing to a paragraph in the lower section of the release, Steven tapped on a sentence. “You need to add a comma here, and you used ‘too’ instead of ‘to’ again.”
“Thank you. I’ll make those corrections in the next draft.” With one quick stroke of her pen, Iliana jotted down the notes then pulled out a fresh piece of paper.
“So you don’t want to do anything about the Heroes?”
“There’s nothing to be done. They’ll figure out what they will and until they get far enough along to make a move we’ll keep relying on them. We can’t very well pick a fight with our bodyguards anyway, nor could they come after us without starting an international incident. Unseelie is smart and methodical, she won’t do anything brash. That’s why I requested her and the Wayward Wraiths in the first place.”
“Someone we go after might recognize you. Might scream a few tidbits out before we get to them,” Steven said.
Iliana’s hand was already a blur as she started the new version of the press release, her time as a diplomat had already made such tasks into second nature. “Then we lie if we can, flee if we must, and fight only if we’re cornered. Besides, I don’t think many will figure out it’s me until it’s too late. I at least had the common sense to wear a mask.”
“You know it’s harder for me to kinetically repel bullets if they hit fabric before my skin, and I couldn’t very well risk getting taken down by a headshot. But they’ll definitely recognize you if you use your power.”
“Which is another reason why we’re going around the town escorted by Heroes. With luck, they’ll see there’s no point in fighting and come along peacefully. Even if they do start a tussle, there shouldn’t be any threats you and the Heroes can’t handle on your own.”
Pulling out a chair from the other side of the desk, Steven dropped into a seat next to Iliana. “We’re still taking a lot of risks here. There have to be some places we can tighten things up.”
“If you find one, I’d love to hear it,” Iliana replied. “Until then, I have to finish a new draft of this, and we have to get some sleep. We’ve got a lot of strings to pull tomorrow, and most of them probably aren’t going to lead anywhere so it will be all the more aggravating. Better that we’re rested and on top of our game, especially on the off chance we do find one of our targets. You should turn in soon.”
A moment of silence passed before Steven spoke. “Is that an order?”
Iliana’s hand stopped mid-writing, her eyes turning to him for the first time in their conversation. “Don’t start that. Especially not here. Even our tech can only be counted on so much.”
“So that’s a no then?” Steven asked.
“It’s a no. Sleep or don’t, it’s up to you. Just be ready to do your job in the morning. We’re probably only getting one shot at this. United Avalon can’t afford for us to fail.”
“Then I’ll go to bed.” True to his word, Steven rose from the chair and began to unbutton his dress shirt. “You should consider doing the same after you finish the press release. Just in case you do end up having to jump in, we wouldn’t want you sluggish.”
“Please, Steven,” Iliana sighed. “We both know that if I have to get involved, there will be far worse issues to deal with than my sleep schedule.”