"Lisa is everyone else okay," Ann asked as she noted the t.v. in her office. "The girls are fine Ann," Lisa replied.
"But the news," Ann replied. "And everything the president has been saying. I'm worried Lisa, so is mom and dad."
"Yeah mom called me too," Lisa sighed. "Listen we still dont know what's going on with Coke and Kumiko. All I can say is that our family is okay. Stop worrying, we'll be okay."
Ann sighed, although she would give Lisa the benefit of the doubt, she was still worried. As the sisters said their goodbyes, Ann hung up her phone before staring at the t.v.
It seemed surreal seeing all of these images flash across the screen. For over a week now Ann had seen images of dragons, kitsune, werewolves, and all manners of things that shouldn't exist. Now the president had signed an executive order ordering all those with magic to be detained and questioned (plus Cole and Kumikos arrest) made the woman a nervous wreck.
"Ann!"
Ann spun in her chair, seeing her secretary Megan enter her office. "Ann Mr. Macintyre wishes to see you."
Ann gulped, telling Megan she would talk with the CEO. As she went to stand, she was shocked to see him enter her office. "Ann good to see you," he smiled. "Sorry to bother you. Theres something I needed to talk with you about and it couldnt wait."
"No trouble at all sir," Ann stated. "Please have a seat."
"Actually," Macintyre said quietly. "I was hoping you would follow me."
Ann gave the elderly CEO an odd look as she followed him out of the office. As she gazed at her subordinates she could see the same anxious looks she had. The world had been turned upside down and no one knew how to deal with it.
As the two stepped into the elevator Ann watched as Macintyre inserted a key card before pressing a button for the basement. "Can you tell me what's going," Ann asked.
Macintyre said nothing, only adding to Ann's apprehension. "George," she said nervously. "What's going on?"
"Its nothing bad Ann," Macintyre smiled. "The Department of Defense has been in contact with me. Our R & D department has been working on something. Considering everything that's been occurring the D.O.D. is very interested."
"So what's the project," Ann asked.
Macintyre said nothing more as the elevator jerked to a stop. As they exited the elevator, Ann gazed curiously at the R & D department.
She had never been on this floor, despite her standing with the company. Ann could now see various labs. Scientists and researchers were busying themselves with various projects as the two executives hurried past. As the two reached a large room, Macintyre turned to Ann.
"Ann," Macintyre stated. "About a decade ago some of our researchers got the crazy idea of developing a combat system for the military."
"A combat system," Ann asked.
"They really got into the MCU," Macintyre chuckled. "The project itself held promise. The only drawback was the technology was far too advanced." Macintyre now handed Ann a schematic of a battle suit the company's researchers had developed. Ann stifled a chuckle, looking at the battle suit she could see the designers were obviously big Iron Man fans.
"Ok," Ann grinned. "Aside from copyright issues and technology this seems ingenious."
"I thought the same thing," Macintyre stated. "Even though the project was perhaps decades away from coming to fruition, I continued to provide funding."
Ann gave the elderly CEO an odd look, watching him simply shrug. "Read too many comic books as a kid," he replied sheepishly.
"So what's changed," Ann asked.
"Because the limitations we once had no longer apply," Macintyre stated.
Ann now listened as Macintyre explained. The government, while publicly outspoken against magic, was privately trying to develop it to use in the military. With magic now prevalent in the world, Macintyre and the military had found a loophole to finally get the project off the ground.
"We're calling it Project White Knight," Macintyre stated. "The D.O.D. is useing it's only magic users to help get the project off the ground. Despite what the president is saying publicly, he has found magical beings willing to assist us."
"So what would you have me do," Ann asked.
"Ann I want you to head up Project White Knight," he said. "Put a team together and get things up and running. The D.O.D is hoping to have a battalion's worth of these suits within 3 months."
"Three monthes," Ann exclaimed.
"I know you can do this Ann " Macintyre stated. "Your one of the best executives I have. I know you can get the project off the ground. If this works out, the company stands to make billions."
Ann nodded sighing as she gazed at the schematics. Her gut told her that these things would be nothing but trouble. Ann would be heading up a project that would give the U.S. military an battle suit designed to fight magic. Fearing what could happen to not only her nieces but her girlfriend she now tried to think what to tell her family.