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offer will seem tempting, the perfect way to control a segment of the population you didn't even know existed previously."
"And what do you offer?" she asked.
"Peaceful coexistence. Most of our kind are friendly, law-abiding people, who are just trying to make ends meet. We only rebel when backed into a corner. We just want our freedom."
"And what of the recent claims made that shifters have been killing people all over the country?" the Home Secretary asked.
James swallowed hard. Everyone in this room had skeletons in their closet from their work with Adrian Blacke's Alliance. If it all came out, they might have to face the music.
"The Sons of Domnall have been hunting our kind for generations. We have dossiers and evidence to back this up, which we would be happy to share. As long as we kept our existence a secret, we were left to our own devices to defend ourselves. You, Madam Secretary have a problem on your hands now. Our reveal has also exposed a vast terrorist network operating right under your nose. And we can help you dismantle it through the proper channels."
Gail and Henry exchanged a quick look next to James.
The Home Secretary remained silent, as though she was thinking over everything James had told her.
"It's simple, really. What would you like this government's - your - legacy to be? Freedom for all, or oppression and a potential genocide if the Sons of Domnall are left to run rampant?" James asked.
She nodded and pushed her chair back. "Alright. I have another appointment now, but I'd like to thank you for coming in today and sharing your concerns with me. Please leave your contact details with one of my aides so that my office may stay in touch to see all this to an acceptable conclusion."
James glanced at Gail and Henry, then back at the Home Secretary.
They all got up together, causing one of the guards to twitch slightly, though he didn't make a move. This was exactly the problem, James thought. The reveal had scared some people, and if they didn't handle the follow-up correctly, the Sons would be swamped with new recruits and supporters.
The Home Secretary nodded at each of the three bears individually and retreated through the same door, with both bodyguards at her side.
James breathed a sigh of relief.
"That went well," Gail remarked.
"I think so," James said.
"Let's wait, and see how it plays out first," Henry said. "We need to move forward with our media campaign as well. If public opinion sways our way, she'll have no choice but to work with us over Blacke or God forbid, the Sons."
Gail and James nodded. They needed to rally Jamie's family, and perhaps others who had seen tragedy at the hands of the Sons, or Blacke, or both, and quickly. And they needed a trustworthy reporter to cover the whole thing, ensuring that the story wasn't spun around to make them look bad.
James put his hand in his pocket instinctively. The only reporter he knew was Charlie. And she'd lied to him.
But did they have time to find someone else?
James followed Henry and Gail through the corridor, down the stairs and into the main lobby, where Charlie had found them yesterday. She was still nowhere to be seen. They left via the main door this time, only to be greeted by a large crowd of protesters.
There were hundreds of them. Some carried banners; some shouted slogans.
Animals belong in the zoo.
No monsters in my neighborhood.
A bear is always armed.
Along the front of the rally, a group of women stood in a line, each of them carrying a photograph of a different young man with the words
missing, presumed dead,
written underneath. James didn't dare look at any of them in case he recognized someone he'd seen in Blacke's dungeon.
The three bears kept their heads down as they passed by the crowd, hoping they wouldn't attract too much attention. The last thing they needed was to cause a scene.
"Call your friend," Henry said, as though he had read James' thoughts from before. "Figure out whose side she's
"And what do you offer?" she asked.
"Peaceful coexistence. Most of our kind are friendly, law-abiding people, who are just trying to make ends meet. We only rebel when backed into a corner. We just want our freedom."
"And what of the recent claims made that shifters have been killing people all over the country?" the Home Secretary asked.
James swallowed hard. Everyone in this room had skeletons in their closet from their work with Adrian Blacke's Alliance. If it all came out, they might have to face the music.
"The Sons of Domnall have been hunting our kind for generations. We have dossiers and evidence to back this up, which we would be happy to share. As long as we kept our existence a secret, we were left to our own devices to defend ourselves. You, Madam Secretary have a problem on your hands now. Our reveal has also exposed a vast terrorist network operating right under your nose. And we can help you dismantle it through the proper channels."
Gail and Henry exchanged a quick look next to James.
The Home Secretary remained silent, as though she was thinking over everything James had told her.
"It's simple, really. What would you like this government's - your - legacy to be? Freedom for all, or oppression and a potential genocide if the Sons of Domnall are left to run rampant?" James asked.
She nodded and pushed her chair back. "Alright. I have another appointment now, but I'd like to thank you for coming in today and sharing your concerns with me. Please leave your contact details with one of my aides so that my office may stay in touch to see all this to an acceptable conclusion."
James glanced at Gail and Henry, then back at the Home Secretary.
They all got up together, causing one of the guards to twitch slightly, though he didn't make a move. This was exactly the problem, James thought. The reveal had scared some people, and if they didn't handle the follow-up correctly, the Sons would be swamped with new recruits and supporters.
The Home Secretary nodded at each of the three bears individually and retreated through the same door, with both bodyguards at her side.
James breathed a sigh of relief.
"That went well," Gail remarked.
"I think so," James said.
"Let's wait, and see how it plays out first," Henry said. "We need to move forward with our media campaign as well. If public opinion sways our way, she'll have no choice but to work with us over Blacke or God forbid, the Sons."
Gail and James nodded. They needed to rally Jamie's family, and perhaps others who had seen tragedy at the hands of the Sons, or Blacke, or both, and quickly. And they needed a trustworthy reporter to cover the whole thing, ensuring that the story wasn't spun around to make them look bad.
James put his hand in his pocket instinctively. The only reporter he knew was Charlie. And she'd lied to him.
But did they have time to find someone else?
James followed Henry and Gail through the corridor, down the stairs and into the main lobby, where Charlie had found them yesterday. She was still nowhere to be seen. They left via the main door this time, only to be greeted by a large crowd of protesters.
There were hundreds of them. Some carried banners; some shouted slogans.
Animals belong in the zoo.
No monsters in my neighborhood.
A bear is always armed.
Along the front of the rally, a group of women stood in a line, each of them carrying a photograph of a different young man with the words
missing, presumed dead,
written underneath. James didn't dare look at any of them in case he recognized someone he'd seen in Blacke's dungeon.
The three bears kept their heads down as they passed by the crowd, hoping they wouldn't attract too much attention. The last thing they needed was to cause a scene.
"Call your friend," Henry said, as though he had read James' thoughts from before. "Figure out whose side she's
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