"Society's Cesspool," Book 3 Chapter 8

Chapter 8

The terrorist organization, known as Cobra had been gaining traction and a threshold worldwide.  They had already infiltrated some minor governments in the Middle East, succeeded in forming an alliance with the Dreadnoks, and were in trade negotiations with both M.A.R.S. Industries and the Red Shadows.  The serpent-like organization was slowly wrapping its coils around some very important areas and filling their coffers with the investments of some prominent factions.  Cobra was everywhere in a short period of time and oddly enough most of the world didn’t even know it.  Operating under the guise of some well-known manufacturing corporations, investment firms, and ammunition suppliers, Cobra Commander was easily sinking his fangs into the economy while creating the need for the services his corporations provided.  It would only be a matter of time before he had injected himself into some of the richer and more influential governments of the world.
Brexit had created an opening for him in the UK, election interference an opportunity with the Russians, and withdrawal of U.S. troops from Syria and Afghanistan created an opportunity for a Middle East presence.  Civil unrest in the United States government, a resurgence of white supremacy, as well as their withdrawal from the Paris Agreement and NATO was setting the stage for the dissemination of Cobra propaganda and the installation of operatives in their government.  His plans were slowly but surely coming to fruition and he had barely spilled an ounce of blood. If the current trends continued, world domination from the shadows seemed more and more obtainable.
The door to the commander’s throne room opened and a rather common-looking man entered dressed in a three-piece suit. 
“Hello, Fred VI.  Ssso nice to see you.”  The man made an extremely low bow before the seated commander and kept his eyes averted.  “Pleassse rise.  What have you to report?”
The gentleman rose slowly and allowed his gaze to fall upon the supreme leader. “Permission to approach.”
“Granted, pleassse make yourself comfortable.”  At that statement, the commander pressed a button on his left armrest and a chair appeared from a concealed compartment on the floor.  “I trust your position within BACRO Indussstries has been interesssting?”  The man nodded enthusiastically.
“I believe I have two things that you will find of great interest, Commander.  They have a very talented young scientist by the name of Frankenstein that has been working on creating lifelike AI.  The technology is topnotch and can fool even the most discerning of eyes.  I believe he is someone that we should actively recruit to our cause.  And if he resists, we should simply steal the technology for ourselves.”  The commander put up his hand to temporarily silence the man.
“A scientissst of this caliber needs to be convinced that Cobra offersss more than his current employer.  But if he should resist working solely for us...one could always work for both interested partiesss.  And what of his employer.  Speak to me of Dr. Vincent D’Alleva.  Would he be interested in joining usss?”
“That brings up another interesting dilemma, Commander.  It seems that the good doctor has gotten himself involved in some unsavory characters.  Namely, Declan H.Mann.”  Cobra Commander leaned in, showing that he was interested.