Gershwin recoiled and almost collapsed in her sudden rush of melancholy. 

"No! I mean, no, not yet - not when your condition is like this. I still don't feel like myself.." 

"Hah. Who am I kidding? I got us out of the facility, you said? I flung [i]you[/i] out, Agent Caits? What even am I...?" 

She walked back to the sweat-soaked bed and laid there.

"If you guys do decide to go, leave me here. I'm not going. I'm not... I'm too dangerous to be out there. Hell, I'll walk out right now and freeze myself to death. Or is that going to trigger me too? 

Fuck me."

[hr]

Readying herself, she switched the computer channel feed to 15, and up came the different representatives of four major political world powers. Apparently they had begun arguing with each other before the appointed time. Some took video conference's feature of seeing the person face-to-face literally, and stuck their greasy, angry faces right at the monitors. When Maria's video feed came through to their ends, they ceased their bickering, but only temporarily:

"Madame," they all said in unison.

The French spokesperson began with an irate speech he most likely prepared: 

"How are we now into tracking down the monster?"

"Asset." The Chinese spokesperson interrupted.

"It's not exactly an asset anymore if it's caused damage and is terrorizing everyone and everything around the world." 

"Yet we're not exactly going to get rid of that thing completely - not without extracting what we can out of it," the Chinese spokesperson retorted.

"We can't be seen trying to subdue and [b]keep[/b] the monster, however. That will only turn the public face against all of us," the US spokesperson tried to reason. His intentions were unclear, but his goals were certainly for the US gain. 

"Never-mind the militarization of the powers of this beast. We can't deny that we have much to learn from its very existence. It could bring light to many of our folklores and legends in history. Consider the advances in how we understand evolution and animal genetics!" 

"It's not a fucking animal. It's a monster, you drunken fool. That thing looked like it came straight out of Hell and you're talking about genetics?" The French daringly said to the Russian.

"Ты гребаный мудак. | You fucking asshole" 

"I don't speak Russian you vodka-slurping couillon."

"That's enough, gentleman. Let's settle thi-"

"You're enough. You Americans are always looking out for your own end. First it's both World Wars, then it's the Middle East conflicts. Now this? Why don't you grow some actual balls instead of buying from us?" The Chinese berated. 

Clearly this was not going anywhere.