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“…Don’t get me wrong Sir, I respect your opinion, but I don’t think that silence on this matter is the way to go. We had demons running amok on our streets for God’s sake!” Nathan Sterling said emphatically to Director Anderson and the others in the SitRep room.

“I hate to say it Alex, but I think Sterling has a point. It doesn’t matter what we tell them, we just need to tell them something.” Ryder said to his long time friend. “Hell, we could tell them that it was all a mass produced hallucination caused by a single meta that was killed during the ordeal. They’d accept that. Nobody wants to deal with what we saw that night.”

“It is a fact that the American people are, as a rule, inherently stupid. They would buy whatever we’re selling. Well, most of them would anyhow. However, we’d still have to deal with the conspiracy theorists and the truthers, and such a statement could cause them to look into our operations a bit too closely.” Anderson said coolly with the charm of a used car salesman.

“So you’re going to do nothing because you’re afraid of a few idiots out there whose tin foil caps are on just a little too tight?” Sterling asked in a slightly mocking tone.

“Nathan,” Anderson said with an unsettling smile, dragging the man’s name slightly as he spoke. “I’m doing no such thing. The simple fact is, that we live in different times. This isn’t a new Roswell, these things are very much public knowledge. It’s here, it isn’t going away, and it’s something that we have to adapt to. The very fact that these metahumans are such a public phenomena actually works in our favor. It won’t be long until something else happens that makes the people forget all about ‘D-Day.’”

Just then, the door to the SitRep room slides open and a pretty brunette sticks her head into the room. 
“Director, I’m sorry for the interruption. But you said you wanted to know if Archangel made contact with Nightmare. Contact has been made in the police station in Little Ulster.” The woman, Elizabeth Powers said.

“Very good. Thank you, Ms Powers.” Anderson said to his personal assistant as he got to his feet and headed for the door.

“Sir?” Sterling asked as he watched in disbelief as the Director simply got up and began to walk out of the meeting.

“Not now Nathan, I have [i]important[/i] matters to attend to.” Anderson said as he turned to the door.

"But Sir, we're not through discussing what to do about the demons." Sterling whined in protest, causing the Director to stop short.

"We are." Anderson said simply. "Let the Vatican deal with them." He finished as he left the room, closing the door behind him.