Developing an Arsenal: Overwatch (The Unit)

-Africa-

Zeljan Kurst: Talon

A week before J-SOC and the CIA deployed the Unit to Brazil to for a covert operation, a massive party was held on a cruise ship out in the middle of the water near the coast of Africa. Inside was a party full of lights and music and attended by many people who were wealthy and well-known people. Some came to the party to have fun while others used it to hide from the authorities as it sailed within international waters, out of the jurisdiction of any government agency. 

One of those people was a massive man in a black Cheshire coat leaned slightly on the railing watching over the fantastic spectacle in the ballroom. The music, the lights, and the interesting night entertainment on the stage didn't matter to him. He was more interested in who decided to show up as some of these people weren't entirely there for a fun night. While there were executives from powerful companies, politicians, and celebrities, there were also heads of criminal organizations, government officials, and well-known mercenaries.

Zeljan looks down at ballroom and spots a massive black man with braids, thin hairline, and a black tuxedo sitting at a booth accompanied by some women and a large looking man at one end of the table. He's a warlord from Nigeria named Akinjide Adeyemi, the scourge selling weapons to terrorist groups and waging war on the Nigerian government with a powerful weapon by his side, the doomfist gauntlet.

A few minutes later, an Arabic man walks up to Zeljan's side and spoke to him in a calm and sincere tone. Zeljan turn his head slightly to see a familiar friendly face on the ship. It's Hakim, a man who has grown since he was spared from the massacre of his former employer, Maxwell Verge. Zeljan wastes no time to gesture the Arabic to follow him out to the balcony facing the across the ocean to the Nigeria coastline.

"You've got an urgent message from a representative of the Vishkar Corporation named Sanjay Korpal. He requests our services for insurance on a business opportunity against a rival company in case it was to fail." Hakim says. "He's offering ten million dollars for our services to make sure the competition doesn't force out his company."

Zeljan remains silent and twists the scorpion tail at the tip of his walking stick. Then he finally spoke in a neutral tone.

"20 million and he'll have nothing to worry about." He replied. "Send an operative to take care of the problem and make sure whatever happens doesn't connect back to them or us."

"That'll be done." Hakim sends a message through a burner phone before speaking again. "Anything else?"

"I haven't seen Bogdan at the party. Is he able to make it to the meeting?"

"Bogdan?" Hakim asked with a stutter. "I think he's still in hiding from Overwatch and won't make it."

"Get him to call me through the council line in hologram. He's the new addition to the council and taking the late Maxwell Verge's spot. He shows promise of bringing something to turn the organization around." Kurst sighed.

"Oh, you gave it to him." Hakim replied. "Anything else?"

"Tell Adeyemi to send his mercenary and take the extra seat. He has told me great things and I want to see it myself." Zeljan says quickly before glancing at his watch. It's eleven o'clock at night. It's a perfect time for the members to leave the festivities and get right down to business. Kurst turned around and faced Hakim. "Tell the council to put the party at pause and have them join me."

"Of course, sir."

Hakim walks out with Zeljan before they split up in different directions. The head executive makes his way down the steps to the lower decks of the massive party cruise ship. He passes the hallway and turns to one corridor leading to the custodial room. He stares at a blank green wall as he fishes a small handheld device out of his pocket.