Congressman Sean H. Uldrich's Story

"Excellent!" proclaims Uldrich. "You will have nothing to worry about, Mr. Killian. I will ensure that the missiles are all in tip-top shape with no danger at all--assuming the bill goes through, of course. I propose a toast when your assistant gets back with those drinks."

Right on cue, Meg returns with unspecified, most certainly not name-brand drinks. Killian picks up one of the drinks and waits for Uldrich to pick up his before raising his glass into the air.

"A toast," said Killian. "To the future of Haven."

Uldrich picks up his glass and raises it into the air as well.

"To the future of Haven!" he exclaims before taking a drink.

The drink is of the highest quality, as would be expected from someone as filthy rich as Killian. It's also not poisoned, which is nice, and indicates Killian isn't the type to randomly kill people. Killian takes a drink as well.

Let's be honest, when someone's drinking with an evil businessman, there's always going to be a little voice going "IT'S POISONED" no matter the context.

After the drinks are finished and what is probably a riveting conversation that will forever be lost to the annals has finished...

"Well, Mr. Killian, I must be going." says Uldrich as he stands up from the table. "Once again, I thank you for your support. I look forward to doing further business with you."

"It was a pleasure, Congressman," said Killian. "Let's hope Haven finally becomes safe under your plan."

"Yes, let's hope so. Good-bye, Mr. Killian." replies Uldrich before leaving Killian's house, heading back to his own residential area.

Within his home, Uldrich reads on his computer about the recent devastation in Sanctuary. He strokes his chin, as a plan begins to form in his mind. He soon makes a few phone calls, and then leaves his house--and Eden itself.

Congressman Sean Uldrich arrives at the area where the abyssal portal had stood not too long ago, looking at the wreckage all around. A crowd of reporters surround him, attempting to record his every word.

"... And this is why Haven's defense is more important than ever!" exclaims Uldrich, gesturing towards some destroyed buildings. "Our own capital city, laid siege to by a horde of nightmarish monstrosities! It could happen again at anytime, and our soldiers would be just an ineffective then as they were now! That is why I am not only introducing a bill to double Haven's supply of nuclear weapons, but I also plan to bring in several other new defensive measures as well! Please, people of Haven--every single one of us must do everything in our power to keep such destruction from happening again! Let the government of Haven know that you do not want this to happen yet again!"

"(!) Nuclear?!" Parasoul reacted. With this, she made a path past the the reporters to have a word with Uldritch. "Congressman...I do hope you were planning to let the other world leaders know about this new act!"

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Lucas and the two dragons watched the screen as the radar jammer areas split and moved out toward the ocean, eventually fading from sight.

"Damn..." Lucas groaned, half-tired. "Another issue at hand."

The satellite view was shifted back to Ekiyu and Zenmei. Seeing Ekiyu crying over her mortally-wounded friend brought about a nostalgic fear in Damian's heart - he knew how hard it is to see someone close to you suffering. Lucas turned the camera back a bit to the rooftop where the jamming radius used to be...and saw something shocking.

"(!) Wait...what's that?"

Dropped there was a sniper rifle - a rather traditional one, at that. The satellite did a close scan of this weapon - it matched the same kind that Marshall Judah's department uses.

"(!!!) Judah...!"

Seeing this angered Lucas. So, he stood up, ready to exit the base.

"Lucas, where are you...?" Camilia asked.

"Going to give the ambassador a piece of my - !" However, Lucas succumbed to late-night fatigue, nearly falling asleep where he stood.

"I know...This isn't a good situation at all," Camilia said, bringing Lucas over to his bed. "But you gotta mind your health, too! First thing in the morning, okay?"

"O... {yawn} ...kay..." With that, Lucas fell asleep on the bed. Damian and Camilia were also a bit tired, so they too went to sleep at the base.

"Please, princess, I haven't even brought up the bill in congress yet. I have no obligation to share proposals for my own country with others." replies Uldrich. "And besides, the other world leaders will know now."

"But it does raise concern," Parasoul stated. "Do you even know how long a nuke-struck area would be poisoned by the radiation - and how much area it would cover, in fact? I'm afraid nuclear explosions are the hardest kind to contain, even in a smaller area."

Some of the reporters gasp and turn back to the television cameras, some saying things about Parasoul not wanting to defend Haven, others saying that she will shoot down proposals about defense even before they're formerly reviewed and altered (as congress is wont to do).

"All of this has been taken into account, princess, and will be addressed in congress. If the bill does get through, these nuclear missiles will be developed with the latest in cutting-edge technology and installed with several safeguards. There would be no risk of any nuclear explosion here in our beautiful nation! If you wish to ask about such matters further, I'm sure one scientist who will be working on the project would be glad to indulge you!"

Uldrich gestures towards Ninjacker, who is completely oblivious to the media scene going on and examining some rubble.

"I certainly hope so..." Parasoul replied.

Uldrich wanders off with the crowd of reporters to another area, continuing to talk and talk and talk. Soon afterwards, a pink-haired girl clad in blue, ninja-esque garb hops up to Ninjacker.

"Excuse me, mister, but have you seen a guy in a black overcoat around here?" asks the girl. "Looks super-duper old, can't tell any good jokes...?"

"No." replies Ninjacker bluntly. "Now leave me, girl."

"Aww, someone's a grump!" says the girl, sticking her tongue out at Ninjacker before hopping away from him.

A black limo suddenly screeches to a stop near the scene of Judah's murder, and Congressman Uldrich storms out. He then looks at the area beyond the officers and emergency workers' boundary in disgust.

"Terrible, isn't it?" asked Killian, heading over to Uldrich. "I know Judah had his fair share of detractors, but I thought that even through the masked man's blustering, no one would be insane enough to try and kill him."

"That's not even half of it." says Uldrich. "You do know you helped murder him? The White Platoon. That little group he forced to disband... they've come back together to show their true colours."

Killian gasps.

"Oh my goodness!" said Killian. "Do... do you think they're planning anything else?"