The light from the library bathed the gazebo in warm light at the Reimer Manor as the Trilateral Commission met in emergency session. Gilian Reimer slept in the room next door unaware of the weighty matters before the commission.
This had been the meeting place of the Commission for more than 80 years and two of the members were threatening to vacate the Commission, thus abolishing the trilateral agreements tentatively held in place for so long.
“So much has been accomplished over the years as a directive of this combined commission. To abolish the Commission at this time would affect so many lives,” said the tall one with a custom suit.
“We all knew that the Commission would come to an end at some point,” said the one with the slight accent.
“Does it have to happen now?” asked the ‘suit’.
“A new order has been directed from higher up and the ongoing work of the Commission would be antithetical to the overall objectives we have all known about since this Commission was formed.” This was said by the usually silent one in the corner.
“Look, I know both of you have been a part of the Organization long before I arrived, but I am very reluctant to let go of all the good that we’ve been able to accomplish.” Muscles flexed on the face of the well dressed member.
At that moment Gilian rolled over and her breathing became shallow as her face began to pale.
The meeting of the three stopped for a moment as they received word of her condition. The well dressed member sat heavily in the plush chair in the meeting room. “We could have done more good. I’m certain of it,” he said.
“You forget the times when you fought the Commission on virtually every issue. The heartache that is caused to innocence was incredible,” the accented member said.
“Yes,” the well dressed man said as he gasped for air, “I suppose I had forgotten.”
“You and I,” the usually silent one began, “haven’t always seen eye to eye. So many times I sought to provide direction that would benefit this commission, yet it was ignored and in the end it always caused significant harm.”
“I have been a bit headstrong, I will admit it,” said the well dressed man, now sweating.
The three walked to Gilian’s room. “You see, by abolishing the Commission at this time, we have the only reasonable means of fulfilling our original purpose,” the quiet one responded yet again. As the aging woman slept, moonlight bathed her in a shade of pale matching her in appearance and somber texture. Two men gazed lovingly at the old woman while the well dressed man wept silently for lost opportunities in the commission and realized that this would be the night he had always feared the most.
He reached toward Gillian and took her hand in his. As she drew in one last ragged breath he felt all life leaving him. He had always known he was tied to the fate of this woman and tonight death would come to the manor - the Trilateral Commission would be no more.
As he gazed at his companions he noticed that they had changed in appearance. They looked stronger and between then stood a dream-like caricature of Gilian. She smiled a weary smile and vanished from sight.
Of the Commission, he alone had been left behind – the pitiful remains of a lifelong struggle. He was simply the representation of the Body in the Trilateral Commission. Soul and Spirit had always understood their work would continue after the final breath of Gilian Reimer.
And so it shall…
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