Saint Dominico, Inquista
March 10, 2020 / 10:20 PM
Archbishop Craticus hung up on the phone with the Reizic Prime Minister. Craticus received a debriefing from the Prime Minister on the latest developments of the ongoing civil war in Reitzmag. The Archbishop promised to aid Reitzmag with military support, and the Reizic media had already reported that Inquista would be sending troops to the country.
Just as Craticus finished the call, the Archbishop’s Chief Assistant, Bradley Costa, opened the large doors to the Archbishop’s study and poked his head inside. Craticus was sitting squarely behind his desk in the middle of his study, with a map of Reitzmag sprawled out before him. Craticus glanced up at Bradley, who smiled as he caught the Archbishop’s gaze.
“Your Holiness, I have the Bishop Secretary of Defence and Peacekeeping with me, as you requested,” Bradley announced with a smile.
“Ah, come in, come in!” Craticus gleefully instructed.
Bradley stepped backward and swung the study doors wide open. After a brief second, Bishop Secretary Noah Elis slowly walked into the room alongside Bradley.
“Bishop Secreatry Elis,” Craticus smiled as he got up from his desk. “Just the man I wanted to see.”
“Your Holiness,” the Bishop Secretary warmly responded as he extended his arm out to shake hands with the Archbishop.
Craticus met the Bishop Secretary’s hand and gave it a stern shake. “I have just spoken with the Prime Minister of Reitzmag. It seems like we will be sending forces to assist them,” Craticus explained with a grin still on his face.
“Excellent. We have already begun making preparations,” the Bishop Secretary responded, giving a slight nod to Craticus as well as to Bradley.
“Let’s discuss this further… in the Secret Lair,” Craticus announced with a shine in his eyes.
“The Secret Lair?” the Bishop Secretary gasped with excitement. “I have never been to the Secret Lair. I’ve only heard legends of the Secret Lair, but I never thought those whispers were true.”
“What? You haven’t been to the Secret Lair?” Bradley scoffed.
“Now, now, Bradley. Don’t go rubbing it into people’s faces. Only the most trusted are allowed into the Secret Lair. It’s a secret and we need to keep it a secret. If anyone does ask about it, yes, it’s only a thing of legend,” Craticus scolded. “Now, Bradley, please do us the honour.”
Craticus gestured toward the bookcases that lined the wall behind the two gentlemen. Bradley turned around and walked toward the middle book case, where a shiny silver book stood out in a lower shelf. Bradley grabbed the silver book by the spine and pulled it halfway out of its position before letting it go. Suddenly, the bookshelf slowly began to move forward. Craticus, Bradley and Bishop Secretary Elis all took a step backward as the bookshelf moved forward and then began to slowly move leftward, covering the neighbouring bookshelf and revealing a secret door behind it.
“Wow,” Bishop Secretary Elis quietly whispered.
“To the Secret Lair!” Craticus announced.
<Spy music plays>
Craticus opened the secret door which then led to an inner sanctum. A small podium with an electronic pad stood inside the centre of secret sanctum. Craticus placed his hand onto the electronic pad and a laser began to lowly read Craticus’ hand print. Suddenly, another door opened in the inner sanctum. The door led to a large slide which seemed to twist and turn in all directions and extended far beyond the eye could see below.
“The only way is down. Keep your hands close to your chest as you slide down,” Craticus hurriedly instructed as he sat down at the top of the slide and suddenly went flying down, spiraling, twisting and turning as he went. Bradley and the Bishop Secretary quickly followed.
After going down the slide, the trio landed on their bottoms in another small sanctum. A red button was located on the wall by where the slide ended.
“Again, keep your arms close to your body. However, keep your body loose and don’t keep your legs straight,” Craticus explained further, pressing the button.
Suddenly trap doors below the three opened up and the trio began free falling. Bishop Secretary Elis shrieked as he fell through the air. After free falling for several stories, the three landed onto a massive trampoline which caught them below. The three managed to scramble onto their feet after landing on the trampoline. Craticus then led the other two to one of the walls which had another red button, which he then pressed. Suddenly, one of the walls lowered down and revealed a tiny crawl space.
Craticus laid down onto his chest and began to slowly make his way through the crawl space, which was basically a tiny tunnel. Bradley and Secretary Bishop Elis followed Craticus in the tunnel, mimicking his slow, worm-like movements. At the end of the tunnel, the three reached a landing.
The landing overlooked a pit of crocodiles. There was another landing, about 20 or 25 metres at the other side of the pit of crocodiles, with an extremely thin tightrope connecting the one landing to the other.
“We must tightrope across,” Craticus warned in a hushed whisper.
“Tightrope?” Bishop Secretary Bishop Elis nervously questioned as he began to quiver.
“Did I stutter? Yes, tightrope. Be careful, the crocodiles below haven’t been fed in ages.”
Craticus slowly and carefully began to tightrope across from one landing to the other. After reaching the other landing, Bradley began to skillfully follow suit. Once Bradley finished, Bishop Secretary Elis began his attempt. After a few careful steps, the Bishop Secretary slipped and let out a shriek as he fell into the crocodile pit below. Almost instantaneously, the crocodiles began to lunge toward the Bishop Secretary and began to rip him into shreds as he called for help.
“Ah, that’s a shame,” Bradley sighed.
“Nah, he’ll be fine. I will have someone fish him out later. We can get Dr. Ken Carlson - the guy who totally didn’t botch up Taylor Swift’s surgery - fix him up later. He might need a prosthetic leg or two, but he’ll be okay,” Craticus shrugged.
Craticus then turned and pressed the red button on the landing wall. The wall split into two and revealed the Secret Lair inside. Bradley and Craticus walk proudly into the Secret Lair.
<Secret Lair music plays>
The Secret Lair is a large, dark, futuristic room. Various experiments, cutting-edge technological advances and war-related relics lined the sides of the lair. Television screens also lined various positions of the room, displaying secret recordings of undisclosed locations, many of which were international – Saint Regina, Aurelis, New Birmingham, Zadar and so on.
In the middle of the lair was a large conference table. Craticus walked over to the table and sat at the head of the table and Bradley sat beside him on his right.
“So, now that we’re here… now what?” Craticus asked turning to Bradley.
“Oh, I dunno,” Bradley shrugged.
“I just wanted an excuse to visit the lair,” Craticus admitted.
“Same, to be honest. Hmm. Should we contact our allies? Perhaps we can organize a concentrated efforts among the HEATHERS?”
“Ah yes, the HEATHERS – the Heroic European Allies That Help Enhance Regional Security – it’s time that we get Inquista, Icholasen and Red Croatia all on the same page again. Please activate the HEATHERS signal, Bradley,” Craticus commanded.
Bradley leapt up from his seat and quickly pressed a massive pink button located in the centre of the table. As Bradley pressed the button, the HEATHERS signal went off and a notification was sent to the leaders of Icholasen and Red Croatia.
<HEATHERS notification sound goes off>
Craticus and Bradley sat in silence for about two minutes, waiting for a response, but nothing came.
“Hmm. Maybe they didn’t hear it?” Bradley questioned.
“No, no, they did. The little green lights next to button says they’ve received it. They’re just leaving me on read. I blame Irene… she’s useless. Aleksandra was a way better Queen of Red Croatia. Irene could never pull of what we did with the Western Sahara. She’s a flop,” Craticus muttered.
“I’m sure we will hear more from Nicoleizians soon. Korojaunu Whiteford is a reliable partner. However, we can make solo preparations for now. This is what we’ve prepared for anyway,” Bradley responded with his chin held high. “So what is this plan?”
“Reitzmag have granted us access to their airspace. Our Air Force is already on maximum alert and preparedness. We need to impose air superiority over the entire country before we move in.”
“Air superiority over the entire country? How many squadrons are we thinking? We’d need at least several hundred for that.”
“Four dozen squadrons of fighters and four dozen squadrons of fighter-bombers. We need to secure the air. Once we have the air, we can begin to move in with ground forces,” Craticus further elaborated.
“Great. The Marshal of the Air Force and all of the other air marshals have already been briefed. Who will be taking care of the Army operations?”
Craticus pushed a small button at the head of the table and large screen emerged from the centre of the table. The screen turned on and Captain Juan-Bernardo Fernandez-Velaquez appeared on the screen.
“Good evening, Captain… or should I say, General of the Inquistan Armed Services. Congratulations, you’ve been promoted. Or hired. Whatever this is,” Craticus proclaimed as Bradley side-eyed the Archbishop in shock.
“Gracias,” General Fernandez-Velaquez proudly responded.
“Now, General, I was about to begin discussing the army situation with my Chief Assistant, Mr. Bradley Costa over here. As I was telling him, we would begin by achieving air superiority over the URR before our transport planes move in with the ground forces. Our ground forces will be deployed into North Moreland. Our ground forces will be a loose, skeleton operation, but enough to lay siege to multiple fortified military bases if necessary. Our infantry will be supported by tanks and artillery batteries.”
“Yes, Your Holiness. The preparations are already being made, and as usual, we are in constant communication with the Air Force,” General Fernandez-Velasquez responded.
“Good. Of course, air support will also always be at your disposal. Once we have air superiority, we can make use of bombers. Civilian causalities are not a worry of mine, so if necessary, we can just bomb the hell out of ‘em. These are communist sympathizers that we are dealing with anyway. Any dead communist is a win,” Craticus expalined. “Now, thank you General, you are dismissed. I will speak to you again soon.”
Craticus pressed the button on the table again and the transmission was cut. Craticus leaned back into his seat and then turned to look at Bradley.
“Like I said, the Inquistan Armed Services will mostly be a skeleton force. The heavy lifting, however, will be done with our very, very special forces…”
“By very, very special forces you mean… what I think you mean?” Bradley asked with excitement.
“Yes, our most top, top, top secret of forces… the Crusaders. Once we have the air, and a bit of a ground game, we can then have them discretely deployed. Their identities will remain concealed and their deployment will only be known to those who are part of the circle. The activities of the Crusaders will be a secret to everyone and anyone. If their operations are interrupted, the transgressors will be taken care of. If our Crusader forces are outed, we can just say they’re rebels, civilians, or blame them on the Czechs.”
“Understood,” Bradley nodded.
The Archbishop swirled in his chair. “Good. It’s time we blow up some communists.”