01-23-2014, 12:26 AM
"22 May, 2041. The battle of Maiduguri. And thank you! I do try very hard to maintain my reputation. I am the center of attention at parties, I will have you know."
In response to her statement that he hadn't been CEO long, she was mostly right. Four years wasn't very long, was it? He bounced from the chair jovially and went about pulling his shirt and jacket back on, before fixing the door with a curious look at what transpired there.
If he wasn't terribly off the mark, the woman that was revealed was exactly the sort he would love to have in the employ of Légion Première, and was exactly the sort that was too loyal to make the switch. A shame, really. Mr Vellas, was it? Not a rank, but a Mister. A civilian then, in a position that could boss around someone like this woman and use her as a simple messenger? Curiouser and curiouser. And there was perhaps some hint of dislike between the woman in the hall and the good Doctor? How very odd.
His mind raced to piece the puzzle together in the few seconds he was afforded in their conversation. Special forces, clearly. Special enough to make the good Doctor Weston, whom he had already pieced together was pretty high on the food chain around here, nervous. The Doctor had been transferred to Moscow, a very prestigious posting surely, and then hand-picked to help lay the ground work for the Ascendancy's visit to Saudi Arabia. Of course he could still call it by it's ancestral name in his head. They couldn't arrest him for that, could they? Not yet at least.
So Doctor Weston was important. Had connections, good at her job, trusted with a very important mission. And she was nervous around this other woman. A Knight, maybe? That would make sense. Who better for this sort of task, after all? So now he was facing a Knight, who was being used as an errand boy..err...girl, and not a bad looking one really, if she could manage to speak properly and not grit her teeth like that. Very unbecoming, that was.
So who could send a Knight to fetch him? A civilian. Not a politician, he suspected. No, those types would love to send someone like a Knight on their personal errands, yes. But he doubted any special forces operative would actually do the task for a politician. They'd find an excuse to make it take longer then needed, just to dick around the dick that misused them. So this was someone more important.
What was the name she said? Mr Vellas. Vellas. CCD, could boss around Knights, was here possibly on the same mission packet as the Doctor. Or perhaps the other side of the coin? She was the peaceful side, and he the back-up plan maybe? Vellas. "Michael Vellas? Wrote that piece on the importance of educated, thinking soldiers in the battlespace and frowned on the reliance on drones and satellites? A brilliant piece, really. Too bad it didn't get much coverage. Read it in an old copy of Soldier of Fortune. Can you believe they're still printing that rag? Catering to washed-out wanna be special force alpha male types whoring out their skills to the highest bidder. Present company excluded, of course. I'll have you know I'm an excellent judge of character."
Jacques caught Torri's warning glance and met it with his usual care-free grin and a wink that the waiting Knight wouldn't catch as he walked out the door, "Thank you for the attention to detail, Dr Weston. It's people like you that keep these bureaucracy's from caving in on themselves. Heart of War, I think it was called? Well, lead on young lady. Have you read the article, by chance? Speaks very highly of the thinking soldier. I think you would like it."
A short way down the hall, Jacques turned on a heel to walk backwards and call back to Torri, "Ah, good Doctor! Should everything work out and you my men and I the pass, perhaps we could meet for dinner some time? I understand you are very busy of course, as will I be, but it is the thought that counts, yes? So long as one tries from time to time, it keeps the door to one's heart open!"
He smiled warmly then turned to resume following along with the female Knight, talking her ear off about the fine points of the importance of infantry on the ground in modern conflict. Quite contradictory to recent military history and it's reliance on drones and reconnaissance crafts.
Some many minutes later, he was led to Michael's office, where after the proper niceties were paid Jacques was eventually shown in, leaving a clearly exhausted Knight in the hallway. "Jacques Danjou, CEO of Légion Première. You rang?"
Edited by Jacques, Jan 23 2014, 12:27 AM.
In response to her statement that he hadn't been CEO long, she was mostly right. Four years wasn't very long, was it? He bounced from the chair jovially and went about pulling his shirt and jacket back on, before fixing the door with a curious look at what transpired there.
If he wasn't terribly off the mark, the woman that was revealed was exactly the sort he would love to have in the employ of Légion Première, and was exactly the sort that was too loyal to make the switch. A shame, really. Mr Vellas, was it? Not a rank, but a Mister. A civilian then, in a position that could boss around someone like this woman and use her as a simple messenger? Curiouser and curiouser. And there was perhaps some hint of dislike between the woman in the hall and the good Doctor? How very odd.
His mind raced to piece the puzzle together in the few seconds he was afforded in their conversation. Special forces, clearly. Special enough to make the good Doctor Weston, whom he had already pieced together was pretty high on the food chain around here, nervous. The Doctor had been transferred to Moscow, a very prestigious posting surely, and then hand-picked to help lay the ground work for the Ascendancy's visit to Saudi Arabia. Of course he could still call it by it's ancestral name in his head. They couldn't arrest him for that, could they? Not yet at least.
So Doctor Weston was important. Had connections, good at her job, trusted with a very important mission. And she was nervous around this other woman. A Knight, maybe? That would make sense. Who better for this sort of task, after all? So now he was facing a Knight, who was being used as an errand boy..err...girl, and not a bad looking one really, if she could manage to speak properly and not grit her teeth like that. Very unbecoming, that was.
So who could send a Knight to fetch him? A civilian. Not a politician, he suspected. No, those types would love to send someone like a Knight on their personal errands, yes. But he doubted any special forces operative would actually do the task for a politician. They'd find an excuse to make it take longer then needed, just to dick around the dick that misused them. So this was someone more important.
What was the name she said? Mr Vellas. Vellas. CCD, could boss around Knights, was here possibly on the same mission packet as the Doctor. Or perhaps the other side of the coin? She was the peaceful side, and he the back-up plan maybe? Vellas. "Michael Vellas? Wrote that piece on the importance of educated, thinking soldiers in the battlespace and frowned on the reliance on drones and satellites? A brilliant piece, really. Too bad it didn't get much coverage. Read it in an old copy of Soldier of Fortune. Can you believe they're still printing that rag? Catering to washed-out wanna be special force alpha male types whoring out their skills to the highest bidder. Present company excluded, of course. I'll have you know I'm an excellent judge of character."
Jacques caught Torri's warning glance and met it with his usual care-free grin and a wink that the waiting Knight wouldn't catch as he walked out the door, "Thank you for the attention to detail, Dr Weston. It's people like you that keep these bureaucracy's from caving in on themselves. Heart of War, I think it was called? Well, lead on young lady. Have you read the article, by chance? Speaks very highly of the thinking soldier. I think you would like it."
A short way down the hall, Jacques turned on a heel to walk backwards and call back to Torri, "Ah, good Doctor! Should everything work out and you my men and I the pass, perhaps we could meet for dinner some time? I understand you are very busy of course, as will I be, but it is the thought that counts, yes? So long as one tries from time to time, it keeps the door to one's heart open!"
He smiled warmly then turned to resume following along with the female Knight, talking her ear off about the fine points of the importance of infantry on the ground in modern conflict. Quite contradictory to recent military history and it's reliance on drones and reconnaissance crafts.
Some many minutes later, he was led to Michael's office, where after the proper niceties were paid Jacques was eventually shown in, leaving a clearly exhausted Knight in the hallway. "Jacques Danjou, CEO of Légion Première. You rang?"
Edited by Jacques, Jan 23 2014, 12:27 AM.