A Mere Brotherhood
A puff of silver smoke wisped from the lips of Aldous Redshield as the mechanical whir of the camera droned on, keeping its incessant watch of the gentleman. The strong hands of Aldous smoothed the wrinkles over his fine suit, brushing wayward dust particles from his broad shoulders before pressing back his silver hair. Aldous let himself relax in the black leather chair, reaching to a side table, he lifted a glass of strong amber liquid to his mouth and took a drawn out sip.
"Are you ready Mr. Redshield?" Asked the man opposite of him. He wore a cheap suit, but tidy and well pressed. His hair was immaculate and a white smile inspired trust, though Aldous knew better then to place any confidence in this man. With millions of Americans letting him into their homes every evening, his physical appearance suited him well to his profession.
Aldous gave a curt nod, realizing he couldn't recall the reporter's name. It didn't matter really. He was insignificant, nothing but a little ant, a drone, a faceless worker bred to work his specific gear of western society. Aldous did not relish the moments when he was compelled to converse with peons such as this. Yet he was no fool. This was necessary. When he was done here, his face would be broadcasted across the nation, and if all goes well, his cover maintained and the legitimacy of his organization restored.
"I am speaking with Mr. Aldous Redshield, chairmen of the CFR and Founder of Shield Industries. What many may not know, however, is that Mr. Redshield is a member of the organization, The Eye of Horus. In a document recently leaked from ARMOR officials, it is said that Horus may be a sort of cult, where its members do not worship as typical Christians, but give homage to something stated in the report as the Greater Mysteries. Let me ask you point blank, Mr Redshield. What is the Eye of Horus?"
Aldous smiled, exuding the charm that came natural to him, and served him well throughout his life. "Put simply, Eye of Horus is a fraternity, a brotherhood. We are a charitable organization that seeks to better the communities in which we live, as well as foster support and partnerships in the world of business. As far as Greater Mysteries..." Aldous let himself laugh. "We seek only to follow the word of the Bible and the law of this great land. Anything otherwise is simply not true..."
An hour later, the sleek black limousine of Aldous Redshield pulled away from the studio. Aldous smiled to himself, confident that his legitimate cover was restored. He resolved to purchase a television studio. Branching out into the media industry will be useful in the times ahead. A magician often compels the focus of his audience on a shiny bauble to distract them from the trick going on behind his back. The magic box that sits in the living rooms of america will do the same.