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Metropolis Gold Exchange
Massachusetts Branch Office
The manager, one Anthony Laster, invited Miles and Claire into his office to discuss business. The duo sat on the leather seats while the branch manager took his seat at his desk.
"So, what can I get you two? Tea, coffee, or something more stiff?" He offered it as a business.
"I'll take water, Claire?" Miles said, turning to his bodyguard.
"No thanks." She shrugged.
"Alright then, you said you wanted to exchange gold, Mr. Beckett. How much were you interested in selling?" Anthony Laster asked after making a quick call and ordering a glass of whiskey for himself and a glass of water for Miles.
"Ten billion dollars worth, for a start." Miles said with a straight face, and the branch manager was taken aback at the amount, handing over the briefcase carrying the sample he had brought.
Opening the briefcase and taking the heavy bar, the professional began to examine it.
No hallmark or letter mark to identify it, which suggested it was most likely melted and cast privately.
Running some quick tests, the gold was real as far as Anthony could see.
"That is way more than I am authorized to buy, and I will have to call my superiors. May I ask how you acquired that much gold?" He asked, Someone who wanted to sell one thousand tons of gold for a start couldn't have appeared out of nowhere.
They kept an eye on all the wealthy individuals, such as him.
"My family, using their considerable fortune and resources, has been hoarding gold for a long time due to their inherent distrust of government and fiat money." Miles lied, as the truth was inconvenient.
"I see, fascinating that we did not hear such a wealthy family's name uttered around our circles." Anthony poked further, trying to find any fault with the story.
"They did not go around bragging about their wealth, lest they draw unwanted attention." Miles continued his lie, not giving away anything. Establishing a cover story for his wealth was vital to cashing the gold through legal channels to avoid the problems that would arise from illegal dealings.
The door opened, and a young woman carrying a tray with the requested drinks handed Miles his glass.
"What changed your mind?" Anthony took the whiskey, sipping a little before placing it on his desk, watching Miles.
"I did not like the frugal and illogical lifestyle they led, not when all that gold could be put to better use." Miles shook his head, appearing to be frowning at the memory of it.
"An entrepreneur at heart? Well, I can say with confidence you came to the right place. Now, if you can excuse me, I need to make a call. In the meantime, please call my secretary, Ms. Addams, if you need anything." Anthony smiled, taking his phone and leaving the room to make the call.
"Thank you." Miles said, watching the man leave.
The manager asked an awful lot of questions, but it was expected for him to ascertain the source of his wealth to not step into anything illegal.
Not even ten minutes later he returned, pearly white teeth shining in the sunlight, giving him a blinding smile.
"Good news, I have been authorized to make the purchase at market price while our chief operations manager comes here within the next twenty-four hours."
"Excellent. Now I can only bring about twenty tons of gold at a time, so we have plenty of time." Miles informed. By his estimates, he and Claire working together could make three to four transports a day, earning between six and eight hundred million dollars, and the entire sale would take close to two weeks.
"We can assist in the matter of transportation for a modest fee." Anthony offered, holding out his hand.
"I'll have to pass, I am afraid." Miles refused; he couldn't allow anyone to see the inside of his bunker and took the offered hand.
"You are the customer; how soon can you start bringing the gold?" He would have earned a significant bonus from the fees, but considering the amount he would get, Anthony wasn't going to push it.
"We will go and bring the first batch immediately." Miles said the sooner they start, the better.
"Very well, I will inform the security, and you will be directed to a weighing station, and I will prepare the necessary forms to ensure a smooth transaction." The happy branch manager said, showing them to the door.
"Then let's not delay any longer. Come on, Claire, we have much to do." If they were quick enough, they could make two trips before the branch closed for the day.
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Two Weeks Later
Bunker
After two weeks of loading thousands of bars onto a trailer and then driving the truck to the exchange center and signing endless papers, Miles and Claire were sitting around the sofa, resting.
"So how are you going to find someone to build a company like that?" Claire asked, eating a spoonful of ice cream from a tub.
"Advertisement in a newspaper." Miles said, checking his finances on the phone and paying his damn taxes.
He was definitely going to evade taxes rather than let the politicians use his hard-earned money to fill their own pockets.
"Isn't that dangerous?" She didn't think it was a good idea to let the whole country know you were rich and hiring.
"I would like to believe I possess the necessary abilities to choose someone trustworthy to lead my business." Miles didn't have the time to go and search for a qualified person, so why not let the person come to him?
"If you say so."
Miles' phone rang; checking it out, he saw it was a call from John Stewart.
"Green Lantern, how can I help?"
"You need to come in; there is a situation we need your help with." He sounded worried and angry.
"Understood. Can you please pick me up?"
"I am on my way." The Lantern ended the call.
"Business calls, let's go."
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Watchtower
Green Lantern was obviously skeptical about having Claire in the Watchtower, but Miles vouched for the young woman, and the rest of the League agreed as long as he was responsible for the pyrokinetic.
Superman was surprised to see the woman he had saved long ago working for Miles, and the said woman didn't hesitate to flirt with the man of steel, but it was cut short.
"So what happened?" Miles asked, but he already had an idea since, after the whole debacle with Ajuris 4, came Aquaman and Atlantis.
"USS Defiant, a nuclear submarine of the Navy, was sunk to the bottom of the ocean and sent a distress call. When we responded, we were attacked by Atlanteans of all things. Long story short, they released the crew but are keeping the submarine. What's more, I went and checked, and the plutonium was gone. Do you know anything that can help?" Green Lantern asked, concerned about the possibility of a nuclear attack.
"Orm, King Arthur's brother, has been planning a coup for a long time, along with General Brak. He also has a WMD called the Doomsday Thermal Reactor and probably is using the plutonium to power it." Miles said after thinking for a couple of seconds, remembering the names.
"That doesn't sound good." Superman said, dread settling in his stomach.
"It was a last resort to melt the polar caps and flood the globe should the worst befall Atlantis due to us surface dwellers. We need to inform King Arthur of the coup and put a stop to this." Miles warned, his tone making the team feel the danger the situation presented.
"How do we do that? We would just be strangers accusing his brother of treason." Wonder Woman asked, having met the King of Atlantis firsthand, and saying he was aggressive would be an understatement.
"Arrange me a meeting with him; I am sure I can convince him." Miles offered. Aquaman didn't hesitate to cut his own hand off to save his son and would definitely take any threat against him seriously.
"Well, you are in luck." Superman said, gesturing to the screen where an anchorman was reporting how Aquaman forced his way into the World Assembly.
"An audience with royalty coming right up," Green Lantern said, watching the screen.
"We should hurry; this is the perfect opportunity if Orm finally decides to kill his brother." Miles warned, heading to the hangar.
"What do you mean?" Superman asked, wondering just how bad this situation would get.
"King Arthur died on the surface when he went there for peace. Orm will have all the justification he needs to usurp the throne and start a war."
The grim look on their faces told him they understood what was at stake.
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Metropolis
Miles and Claire, along with Superman, Green Lantern, Martian Manhunter, and Wonder Woman, quickly made their way to the building where the meeting was held.
"Claire, go out and watch the rooftops for any assassins; take no chances." Miles ordered that if they could stop Deadshot before he wounds Aquaman, Orm wouldn't have the time to take any action before Aquaman returned to his throne.
"Understood." The fiery woman replied, bursting into flames and flying up.
Miles followed the heroes inside the building to talk sense to Aquaman. He was left behind, as all four of them could fly and decided to wait for Aquaman to come out.
With long, blonde hair and a muscled frame half covered by a green cloak, King Arthur certainly cut an impressive figure.
"Your Highness." He greeted the ruler of Atlantis with a nod, who stopped to look at him for a moment before ignoring him and continuing on his way.
"Orm has stolen the plutonium from the submarine and intends to use it to power the thermal reactor and melt the Arctic Circle." Miles said, stopping Arthur in his tracks.
"How do you know that?" The blonde Atlantean asked, walking up to Miles with a threatening posture, furious that such a secret had been discovered by a surface dweller.
"Simple really, I keep an eye on important places, such as Atlantis," he informed the furious king, who narrowed his eyes.
"Orm would do no such thing without my permission." Arthur denied Miles' claims, his trust in his brother absolute.
Or so he thought.
"Your love for him has blinded you to his true nature. Orm, in cahoots with General Brak, intends to stage a coup and take your throne while killing your son to ensure nothing can threaten his reign." Miles explained, angering the royalty.
"You dare?! I come to the surface for peace, and you accuse my brother of treason?" Arthur punched the wall right next to where Miles was leaning, and though he was powerless, he did not feel fear.
"Think about it, King Arthur. How could I know these things unless someone told me?" He asked, wanting the Atlantean to reach that conclusion himself.
"That's." Aquaman fumbled, unable to answer. He did not know how this mortal knew his brother, much less General Brak and the Doomsday Reactor.
"You need to go back to Atlantis and rally your men to stop Orm and General Brak before it is too late for all of us." Miles urged the royal as the Justice League approached, listening to their conversation.
"Can you take responsibility for those words?" Arthur seemed conflicted, his gaze wavering.
"You can take my life if I am wrong, but if I am right, Orm will take your son's life." His words left the king with no choice but to consider the possibility of betrayal, especially at the mention of his son being in danger.
"Very well, follow me then; I will take you to Atlantis, and we will see the truth." Aquaman conceded, walking with a hurry in his steps that wasn't there before.
"Take the Justice League along with you; I guarantee you will need their assistance." Miles offered he was going too; after all, if they got caught like they did in the show, he and Claire could cause enough trouble to free them.
"So be it."
The sound of an explosion came from outside, and the League hurried to intervene.