"I get that," Elias says. There's compassion in his voice. He reaches over and clasps Jenna's shoulder with a broad hand for a moment, then lets it, and the topic, go.
"The Ring - formally the Saturnine Ring, but nobody calls it that - is just a bunch of people that nominally do what Caliban tells them to do," Adamant explains, a touch of asperity entering his tone. "It's stupid, but he does a lot more to keep them in order than the Tower does. He just wants them not to do explicitly stupid shit, and in exchange they get all kinds of benefits, recognition, funds. Not blow up cities on this continent, stuff like that."
He gropes in a drawer, and pulls out a newspaper: Al Jazheera. It looks like some English-translated current events newsletter about the Middle East. The lead page is what has to be at least three miles of precious farmland in that arid land, set to the torch. It burns, all of it - and caught in blossom within the frame, fire birthing from thin air to rain down upon the crops yet again.
"Make no mistake: their business is death. Destruction. The Ring hires out villains as paramilitary forces around the globe, 'political consultants', whatever people, or despots, will pay for. It's a tremendous amount of money. It gets swept under the carpet because Caliban doesn't conduct 'conflict operations' within this country at all, and has a formal contract with the government guaranteeing intervention should a hostile parahuman force engage with the armed forces. For them, this is just corporate policy, it's just close enough to home to be a problem."
Adamant snorts, harsh. "I don't think it'll be quite as smooth this time - this was a bad fight - but if no one says anything, and I'd bet you money Cid won't, this'll fade away just the same. The Ring's too productive to shut down."
"The Ring - formally the Saturnine Ring, but nobody calls it that - is just a bunch of people that nominally do what Caliban tells them to do," Adamant explains, a touch of asperity entering his tone. "It's stupid, but he does a lot more to keep them in order than the Tower does. He just wants them not to do explicitly stupid shit, and in exchange they get all kinds of benefits, recognition, funds. Not blow up cities on this continent, stuff like that."
He gropes in a drawer, and pulls out a newspaper: Al Jazheera. It looks like some English-translated current events newsletter about the Middle East. The lead page is what has to be at least three miles of precious farmland in that arid land, set to the torch. It burns, all of it - and caught in blossom within the frame, fire birthing from thin air to rain down upon the crops yet again.
"Make no mistake: their business is death. Destruction. The Ring hires out villains as paramilitary forces around the globe, 'political consultants', whatever people, or despots, will pay for. It's a tremendous amount of money. It gets swept under the carpet because Caliban doesn't conduct 'conflict operations' within this country at all, and has a formal contract with the government guaranteeing intervention should a hostile parahuman force engage with the armed forces. For them, this is just corporate policy, it's just close enough to home to be a problem."
Adamant snorts, harsh. "I don't think it'll be quite as smooth this time - this was a bad fight - but if no one says anything, and I'd bet you money Cid won't, this'll fade away just the same. The Ring's too productive to shut down."