Chapter 254 - A Little Famous (1/2)

Laz spent the rest of the night reorganizing things with Julia. As a surprise to Laz, Julia seemed to have quite a few good ideas as to how they should organize everyone. It seemed that she had already put in a lot of thought as to what they could do to make themselves a better organization. For the first time since Laz had met her, Laz wondered just what kind of background she had.

But he wasn't going to press on it. Since she was capable, that's all he needed to know.

Not only did Julia break up the individual groupings within the council, she also placed a few of the more moderate foundation realm experts in charge of legions, or so she called them. Assistant leaders were also chosen from the foundational realm experts as well, but these were the ones who were more domineering in the past. Making sure that someone else was above them was the best way to ensure that they would be kept under control.

The main lynchpin that would hold all of this together was Laz though. Without him, no one would have even looked at Julia, much less listened to her orders.

But because Laz was there as the driving factor, they did as they were told.

'It really wasn't as bad as it could have been,' Laz felt. Luckily, none of the current leaders were completely unsavory characters, minus the now departed Greg. They had managed to hold on to their humanity despite the changing environment. Laz was sure that at some point, he would come across ones who had already lost themselves.

History was filled with examples of sadistic leaders.

The real interesting one during the entire reorganization was Remi who stayed out of the entire thing. In turn, Julia didn't bother assigning her anywhere or giving her any jobs to do since there was no way she could comply even if she wanted to. Her condition didn't allow for it.

”Boss?” Damien asked as Julia was still getting the weaker members placed. Although the entire organization was going to be different from now on, it was still just a members club so to speak. Everyone still had to go about their own lives, jobs and families. If anything, the council was now going to be more like a support group with a mission.

”Yeah?” Laz had been watching Julia working but kept out of it. He wasn't good at this kind of thing. Instead, he had been sitting back, drinking while thinking about how he could drag the other two groups into it.

”Why are you so intent on figuring out what is happening with these people? It's not like we are involved at all...” Damien asked the question that everyone was thinking. Did their new boss just come tonight and beat them all up just so he could use them to take care of information gathering? It seemed a bit of a stretch.

”Who thinks we are not involved?” Laz asked back.

”Well.. I mean. We aren't. I think we would have noticed if someone here had been taking so many people off the street, right?”

”Would you?”

”Well...” Damien wondered if Laz had information he didn't. But that wasn't what Laz was trying to get at.

”Alright. Ignore that. No one here is involved as far as I know. If they were, I would kill them after getting any useful information out of them.” Although Laz spoke casually, no one thought his words were a joke.

”Anyway, that's not the problem. You, all of you, ignored this because... you aren't involved, right?” Laz didn't ask this question to Damien but instead looked at everyone who had started gathering in their new groups.

”Yeah...”

”Well... I mean. If your not guilty, then...”

”Why would we get involved in it?”

Everyone had the same idea no matter how high they stood on the power poll. It seemed like Julia was the only one who had read into how bad this could be.

”Ok. But you are guilty, all of you. And now, with the police saying that you, this group of dangerous infected criminals, have been snatching people off the street, it gives them the right to treat all of you as terrorists and detain you as such without the need of proper procedures. So as you're sitting there, alone and shackled in a jail cell, I would be willing to bet that you wished you had some information about what really went on... right?”

”But that wouldn't happen, right?”

”That's just paranoid, isn't it?”

”We have rights...”

Although Laz was just exaggerating, some people began to understand. Even the slowest ones started to get the hint.

”Are you saying... that they will pin this on us? Even though we didn't do it? Come on. This isn't some third world dictatorship where whatever the government says goes. This is America. We have our rights.”

”American citizens have rights. Who knows what we will be if we even make it to trial,” Laz voice was flat and somewhat unfeeling. Law wasn't his strong point, but it didn't need to be. Anyone with half a brain and the internet could figure out just what would happen the second enough people are scared.

Internment camps wasn't just a policy that happened overseas. Even the US had a long history of using them.