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Chapter 126
🕑 Added 2025-08-05 15:24:59 +0000 UTCAfter parting ways with Logan, Aidan headed directly to the Baymax Medical Technology Company's headquarters. The organization had evolved dramatically during his absence—no longer just a medical corporation producing healing robots and miracle medicines, it had expanded into a full entertainment empire. The film and television studio he'd established for the White Queen before his departure had become a cultural powerhouse, churning out critically acclaimed movies at an unprecedented rate of one per month.
Initially, the studio had purchased likenesses from established actors, but as their reputation grew, they'd begun creating entirely original characters tailored specifically for each story. The result was a cinematic revolution that had made Baymax Technology as influential in entertainment as it was in healthcare.
The corporate headquarters buzzed with activity as Aidan entered. Employees moved efficiently through corridors and offices, though closer inspection revealed they weren't human at all—advanced bionic androids indistinguishable from living people. At the entrance, two stunning receptionists with raven-black hair offered perfect smiles and sweet greetings that would fool anyone who hadn't designed them personally.
"White Queen, status report on our key personnel," Aidan said as he entered the elevator.
"Alice just neutralized a terrorist cell and is en route," came the familiar synthetic voice. "Estimated arrival: one hour. Yinsen has completed his diplomatic tour and will arrive in approximately two hours."
"Understood. I need comprehensive files on the current mutant situation, Worthington Laboratories, and their parent pharmaceutical company," Aidan instructed as the elevator ascended. "Also, provide a complete inventory of our spatial teleportation devices on Apex Island and detailed demographic breakdowns for every district in New York City."
"Processing your requests now."
Meanwhile, across the country at the Pentagon, a very different kind of meeting was taking place.
Department heads filled the Defense Ministry's main conference room, classified documents scattered across the table as heated discussions erupted between factions. The atmosphere was tense with the weight of multiple converging crises.
"Yesterday's anomalous energy signature over New Mexico lasted only seconds," reported a gray-haired official with obvious frustration. "We've extracted minimal actionable intelligence from the incident."
"However, S.H.I.E.L.D. has confirmed that Asgardian entities have returned to Earth, accompanied by the Aidan Parker we've been hunting," another official added, gesturing toward the main display screen. "According to Director Fury, Parker belongs to an organization of mystics with direct ties to Asgard. This confirms the existence of magical practitioners operating on our planet."
The projector displayed dozens of incidents captured on surveillance footage—figures in robes performing impossible feats, energy manifestations that defied conventional physics, and other unexplained phenomena.
"These sorcerers allegedly protect Earth from dimensional threats," the briefer continued. "Given this intelligence, I recommend reconsidering our aggressive stance toward Aidan Parker."
Voices erupted around the table: "Agreed!" "Seconded!" "Absolutely not!" "This changes nothing!"
"General Ross, explain your opposition."
Thaddeus Ross stood with military precision, his weathered features set in granite determination. "Aidan Parker represents an existential threat to national security. His actions on Hand Island and subsequent blackmail of foreign governments mark him as a terrorist of the highest order." His voice carried the authority of decades in uniform. "Now that we possess a T-virus countermeasure, we must capitalize on this advantage. Such individuals cannot be allowed to operate with impunity."
The room fell silent as Ross retook his seat.
"Chief Kenster, present the counterargument."
A lean man with sharp features and prematurely gray hair rose deliberately. "We must consider the full scope of Baymax Corporation's capabilities and global integration. Can we truly accept the consequences of direct action against Parker?" His tone carried the weight of careful analysis. "The company's influence extends far beyond viral weapons. Baymax units operate in virtually every American city, and we've failed to locate their primary operational base."
He paused, allowing the implications to sink in. "We're essentially blind to their true capabilities. Precipitous action could trigger massive social upheaval, not to mention potential retaliation from the mystic organization backing him."
Kenster gestured toward the classified folders before them. "S.H.I.E.L.D. intelligence suggests these sorcerers maintain minimal human contact by design—they appear indifferent to conventional political concerns. Additionally, we still face the mutant crisis. Even with gene suppressants, releasing Magneto remains extremely dangerous. Do we really want to fight wars on multiple fronts simultaneously?"
The reminder of their overstretched resources sent murmurs of concern around the table.
After several minutes of intense debate, voices began shifting. "I withdraw my objection and support Chief Kenster's assessment," one general announced. Within the hour, overwhelming consensus emerged: postpone all operations against Aidan Parker and Baymax Corporation until after the Tesseract situation was resolved.
The decision represented more than military strategy—various corporate interests had been maneuvering behind the scenes, and this policy shift would require extensive recalibration of their plans.
As Pentagon officials debated, the very organization they discussed continued its relentless expansion. In America's capitalist system, nothing could impede Baymax Corporation's growth—they possessed unlimited resources, unimpeachable public reputation, and sufficient deterrent capability to discourage overt hostility. Secret schemes might persist, but direct confrontation had become politically impossible.
Back at Baymax headquarters, Aidan studied the White Queen's comprehensive analysis of New York City's infrastructure and population distribution. A three-dimensional holographic map materialized before him, displaying every borough in stunning detail.
"Current Baymax unit deployment within city limits?" he inquired.
"1.37 million units active," the AI responded with characteristic precision.
Aidan began marking the holographic map with colored indicators—green dots for priority locations, red for secondary targets. His calculations were methodical and deliberate, each marker representing careful strategic consideration. When he finished, over 30,000 green indicators dotted the display, with red markers covering the remainder.
"Are our spatial teleportation devices sufficient for the operation?" he asked, studying the distribution pattern.
"Negative. Current inventory shows 26,000 units available."
Aidan considered this shortfall, running rapid calculations. "Twenty-six thousand... it'll have to suffice. We can optimize deployment patterns to maximize coverage."
"Status update on the Worthington Labs investigation?"
"Data compilation continues. Complete intelligence package will be available in thirty-seven minutes."
"Show me what you have so far."
As classified documents filled the display screens, the conference room door opened to admit a striking woman in an elegant red dress.
"Boss!" Alice announced her presence with obvious relief at being back from her mission.
"Welcome back," Aidan smiled warmly, gesturing toward an empty chair. "Take a seat. We'll wait for Yinsen before beginning the full briefing." He returned his attention to the intelligence reports, his mind already formulating the complex strategy that would soon unfold across multiple fronts.
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Glad that his company can protect itself from multiple fronts! Thank you for the great chapter 🙏
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