The Atlantic Ocean
After everyone and their family was safely disembarked in Port of Spain, conditions became a little looser. They were allowed to leave the two conjoined rooms and walk about the lower deck. A strict military order presided here. Which was to be expected as the ship carried the women most responsible for gathering the tribes, uniting the factions and ramping up the war path from the colonies now into the heart of the empire.
Of the four on this team none had been at Madeira. That place of balance, of mountains and springs, of constant Spring and Fall had served as the main rebel base for the Democratic Confedralists outside of Qandil Mountain and the growing revolution in North Syria. The island of Madeira is located south west from Portugal into the Atlantic and about 400 kilometers north from Tenerife, Canary Islands. It’s on smoldering still, but’s still there physically. Though far less of attraction after a carpet bombing wave.
By Oleg the Bear’s estimation they were four days from American shores when Emma called them into a conference room on the deck above them for briefings. Red cushions and steel benches.
“Why are we here?” Emma asks them.
Oleg raises his hand.
“You young man, in the front,” Emma says.
“Your uprising begins in about three weeks,” Oleg replies.
“The core revolution beings in about two weeks. The peripheral revolution has been going on hard since 1791,” she says.
“Why are we really here?” Yulia asks.
“The American’s have been slow to contribute,” Oleg says.
“They contribute erratically,” Kudzai cuts in.
“Stop talking and listen please,” says Adelina.
“Something is wrong and we need you all to find out the extent of it,” Emma says, “The cells in the U.S. are planning to launch the second phase of the uprising on September 1st, which is in thirteen days.”
“You in the leadership think something isn’t right,” Oleg tells more than asks.
“That’s very close,” Emma replies, “we are certain everything possible will go wrong.”
“Why didn’t you see Madeira before it happened,” Kudzai asks her.
“I’m not God,” she replies.
“What happened in Madeira?” Adelina asks.
“They have a lot of ability to lean on everyone until they make people change their sides. Someone gave away the base and set up half the leadership for slaughter,” Emma tells them, “but you were all hired before that. Those of you that didn’t volunteer.”
“So what happened in Madeira one last time,” Adelina asks again.
“Thousands of our best people, many of them with relatives there from the top positions of responsibility, officers, deputies and committee heads of the People’s Assembly were burned alive in their beds. Many of the leadership were shot dead by walking robots and commandos. Of the Confederation leadership of some 240 elected or appointed delegates, which included about half of key movers that very much mattered; all except 40 were murdered. Decapitating us right before the revolt.”
“What are we supposed to do exactly” Yulia asks.
“She wants us to..” Oleg begins.
“Stop being a jack ass,” Adelina interrupts.
“I’m here to do something highly specific for you,” Oleg says, “let’s be clear about that. I’m not one on the team who is volunteering. They massacred you all in Madeira. That was supposed to be a high level gathering on your super-secret base. That was someone’s fuck up.”
“Someone towards the top has clearly betrayed just about everyone,” Emma says.
“Ah,” interjects Oleg, “now I see. And based what I think I know there are only two people that could be.”
“That said you were quite smart,” Emma smiles finally.
“That is why you must be getting paid so well brother,” Adelina interjects.
“So you go in and blend into the mobs,” Emma tells them, “You watch how the thing all goes down and you join in when you must. You find out how bad the shape of their movement is. You find out who is giving us away. That’s what you’re doing out there. Most of you.”
“Sounds like a suicide mission,” Yulia states flatly.
“Stay out of New York,” Emma says.
“Why do we need to that?” Kudzai asks.
“We’ll get trapped there,” Adelina replies.
“How can we get this accomplished if all the primary leaders are in New York?” Kudzai asks.
“Well some of you might will probably get trapped in New York and the rest of you can wait up for them in Boston. As everyone is either paid by the day or volunteering. You’re all aware this can’t be rushed. We don’t even know where Avinadav is.”
“Who’s Avinadav,” Yulia asks.
“What are you paid to do again?” Oleg laughs.
“She’s paid to murder people, just like you,” Emma retorts, “Avinadav is the military commander of the Resistance in Israel & Palestine. He helped found it in 2001 with Sebastian and I, he disappeared in 2005. We think he’s being held by the C.I.A. somewhere but he could be dead.”
“For a prophet you sure have a lot of questions,” Yulia remarks.
“From each according to their ability, to each according to their need,” Emma replies.
“Where will Sebastian be when the uprising begins?” Adelina then asks.
“They put him sleep,” Kudzai says.
“What does that mean?” asks Oleg the Bear.
“They took him and wiped out his mind again. He doesn’t even probably remember what he’s helped organize. We don’t know what state he is in,” Emma says.
“We don’t know how many rebel leaders have flipped. We don’t actually know how far the secret police have gotten in. We have no way of calculating the probabilities of success for the September 1st rising.”
“How many cities and towns are going to rise up after New York? How well coordinated is this expected to be?” Kudzai asks.
“If they succeed on the 1st, maybe three dozen other City groups will follow suit the next day. If they get quickly repressed. Everyone else will wait for January, we think,” Emma says, “but it’s Democratic Confederalism so honestly we can’t command and control very much. The other groups will all follow New York.”
“So we get in, we wait. We get close to Sebastian and other leaders. We wait. We take pictures we make an assessment. Then you tell us who will die?” Yulia asks.
“Unless they all get killed in 13 days and then you just try and find where Avinadav DeBuitléir is,” Emma says.
“You’re a questionable ass prophet,” Yulia says.
“I can’t vouch that we will ever see each other again after this voyage,” Emma replies, “I don’t lead alone, nor do I lead with some mandate of certainty or belief in my own divinity. But I assure you it will be a Great Revolt.”