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Red Moon: Revolution

Chapter 6

Despite knowing all about the area and the city, The Coordinator was still surprised at just how small the weapons station was as the boat was towed to the half rotted wooden pier that looked as if it hadn't seen traffic in year, which it probably hadn't.

Papers regarding the weapons station had crossed The Coordinator's desk many times and he often sent them on their way without a second glance. The weapon's station was relatively unimportant, nothing more than a glorified armory that was built when the Inquisition first started its ventures into the America's. The station was home to about 80 personnel whose sole job was to watch and maintain the array of weapons that ranged from small arms to explosives. Orders would come in from time to time for the weapons to be shipped, but for the most part, the place was isolated from the outside world.

The Amazon Rain Forest surrounded the set of two dozen concrete structures that were built around a central courtyard with overgrown pathways connecting them to each other. While it was called the Rio Weapons Station, the city was still a three hours boat ride away. No one ever found the station by accident.

"Welcome Coordinator." A large man stood on the dock as the boat came to a halt. He was sweating profusely as the afternoon sun beat down on everyone. He had noticeable sweat stains underneath his arms and the sun gleamed off of the thick layer of sunscreen. He looked filthy. "I was only given short notice by Director Morgan about your arrival so I only have rudimentary barracks set up for the moment." The man said apologetically.

The Coordinator stood on the front of his boat and looked around the area. The air was thick with moisture and the mosquitos were swarming around, but seemed to avoid The Coordinator. "That is no problem." He nodded to the man. "I have my own quarters on my ship until proper housing can be set up."

"Of course." The man pulled out a half-soiled handkerchief from his shirt pocket and wiped his brow, leaving a greasy smear. "If you need anything, I'm usually in my office. It's the first building." He pointed down the docks at a two story building that had vines growing down the side. IF it weren't for the people walking around the paths, actively talking and working, the place would have looked completely abandoned and reclaimed by nature.

"And what should call you." The Coordinator asked, though he didn't really care. He just needed the place for its proper communications to properly get his plans under way. While he was able to get rid of Director Xing in short order, he would rather not have to touch his old radio again.

"How rude of me." The man chuckled, his belly bouncing. "My name is Mr. Villanueva. I'm the head logistics technician here. If you need anything, I can get it for you."

"Very well." The Coordinator replied automatically. He really didn't want to get off of the boat, the place looked treacherous compared to the dark tunnels of London. "Where is the communications building?" He asked, trying to see if he could spot it for himself, but all of the buildings seemed to have some sort of dish a top of it.

"The communications building is on the far side of the base. Despite out humble appearance, you won't find a more advanced set up on this side of the world."

"Oh?" The Coordinator raised an eyebrow that was starting to collect his own sweat.

"Oh, yes." Mr. Villanueva nodded. "When this place was first built back in the late eighties, it was absolutely imperative that we stayed in contact with the superiors in Europe. Millions were funneled into building an advanced satellite communications setup and Director Morgan, whose run all operations in Brazil since this place's inception, has made sure that all of her stations remain as modern as possible."

"I'll have to give it a try myself." The Coordinator began pulling a list of the people he needed to contact from the back of his mind. Once he got settled, he would have a long day. As the intelligence officer of the Inquisition, he had access to many, many contact, some of which the Inquisition had no idea about. He was a powerful man with powerful friends.

"The entire facility is at your service." Mr. Villanueva clapped his hands.

"Thank you Mr. Villanueva. Your hospitality has been noted." The Inquisitor said and the man beamed with delight. "I have much work to do."

"And so do I. Pleasure to meet you and I hope your stay is enjoyable and productive." Another dab of the handkerchief left another greasy streak.

The Coordinator gave a dismissing nod and walked back onto the air conditioned bridge of his ship where much of his staff was gathered, waiting for him.

"What's going to happen boss?" The Coordinator's first officer, Lieutenant Commander Osmer, asked. He was a skinny man, almost anemic in appearance who held a strong Boston accent. He was an extremely loyal man who was known as The Coordinator's right hand man. If there was something that needed doing, he was often the first to be asked and he would always try his hardest. Another aspect that The Coordinator liked about the light skinned man was that he was highly adaptable. He could think on the spot and change tactics on a dime if need be. Him, along with the rest of the officers were the only people who knew about The Coordinator's plans and most of them had already been chosen to take over the positions of the directors that were going to be remove.

"Start offloading supplies. We're going to be here for a while." The Coordinator announced at his very attentive audience of eight. "I want you." He pointed at a Japanese woman, Lieutenant Takezawa. "You need to get ready for your trip to San Diego. The Inquisition hierarchy is going to want a response from me about the late director's death."

"Right away, sir." She said sharply. She was a deadly woman, extremely precise in everything she did, whether it was righting up a report or firing a high powered rifle from half a kilometer away, she knew how to focus on the task at hand.

"Director Caughey has gone off the radar. While creating a mock investigation into Xing's death, I want you to find him."

"You want me to take him out?" She asked with a hint of delight in her voice.

"Not yet." She almost frowned. "I don't want people to get suspicious. Just report when you find him and continue to watch. I assure you, you'll get your opportunity."

She nodded and walked off the bridge now that she had her orders. He would have Mr. Villanueva have her dropped off at the city where she could get herself a flight up north. From there, she would take care of things herself. Everyone on the bridge was reliable and didn't need someone to hold their hand, once they knew what to do, they had full operational freedom to get it done.

"What about the rest of us." Osmer asked. "Can't let her have all the fun." A few heads nodded.

They were all eager which got a slight smile to form at the edges of The Coordinator's mouth. "All in due time. For now, let's get everything set up."

Without needing to be dismissed, everyone went back to their jobs. Not much had been saved from London, but a few key items were aboard the ship which needed to be reviewed.

The Coordinator walked down the corridors of the ship which was filled by people from his ship and the weapon's station as they moored and off loaded the ship. He made sure to return greetings as he went deeper in the belly of the ship until he reached a red bulkhead that lead to the secured storage room. Only he had access to the items inside since if they were to be discovered by anyone who wasn't in the "loop," it could spell disaster.

One by one, the numerical combination locks that hung all along the edges of the door were removed. The door was heavy at nearly one ton of solid steel with titanium bracers and took a bit of effort to push open.

The fluorescent lights flickered on automatically, revealing a few wooden crates that sat in the back corner. The room could and really should have held more, but when the place was being overrun by werewolves and armed men, there wasn't much to do other than grab whatever was within reach and make a run for it.

Walking up to the nearest box, The Coordinator opened up the box. Inside was a set of manila folders, roughly fifty of them, all completely full of papers. It was all of The Coordinator's contacts, legitimate and not. He would need them all at one point or another. The other boxes held information about known plans of Directors. Where they were, where they planned to go and how to get to them, all of the information was right there at his fingertips. Along with information on his own people, there was information about the traitors and their werewolf allies.

They may have gotten the upper hand at London by planting a spy in his ranks, but it was hardly an original tactic. He had some of his own people gathering information for him, now he just needed to sort through it all and figure out exactly what he wanted to do next. Takezawa would do her job with little problem, so there was no longer a need to concentrate on San Diego, but there was issues up north.

At the bottom of the stack was a concerning report that had been made a few days prior to London. The werewolves had been showing an interest in the Seattle area for some reason. There had always been werewolves in the Pacific Northwest, but they were never an issue. A report said that an important leader had personally gone to the area which was rare. Werewolves were hard to keep track of and if he could do something about that now, it would make things much easier down the road.

A quick recheck of the contacts did confirm that he did have people in Olympia who were attached to the governor that could do something. It would be risky and would his people at risk, but The Coordinator knew that there was always risk. He would have a team in the city before the day was out.

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"Sure thing, I'll take care of it." Brandyn Huffman placed the phone back on the receiver and then turned back towards the Washington State Capitol building where he worked.

He had been surprised when he got the call from The Coordinator. He hadn't heard from the man in nearly a decade and he still sounded exactly the same. Though, not even time could dull the admiration he had for the man. He heard stories about how The Coordinator could get anything done anywhere in the world through people like himself.

Pulling out his smart phone, Huffman sent out a mass text to everyone else he was working with. It would pull them away from their duties, spying on the government, but not much was happening and who was he to ignore and order from the Coordinator.

The replies came back quickly and in just a few minutes, they had everything planned. They would drive up to the city and from there, they would begin the search for the werewolf. They all knew how dangerous it would be, but they weren't just a rabble of random agents. Huffman was a trained Guardian and everyone else had experience fighting werewolves which was a testament to their abilities.

When the group met again at their base of operations, Huffman's apartment with their weapons and gear, their set off quickly. They wanted to get back in time to get a good night's rest since the next day was a work day. The governor was going out to a fundraising party and Huffman had an invitation. He would hate to have it go to waste.