02-03-2014, 02:58 PM
"It is strangely comforting to know your only option is to continue forwards. But even then, one cannot loose the big picture. I am not sure pawns appreciate when their more powerful pieces leave them on the line, and a fallen pawn is gone. It's sacrifice must be for a worthy goal."
To a careful eye and a studious mind, Jacques Danjou and Légion Première could be predictable. And to others, they were predictable in their goal to earn profit and renown. They were pawns in the grand scheme of things, yes, but pawns with their own goals and agendas, and their own values.
Michael's gesture of signing the electronic copy of the magazine would probably seem to most as just a simple polite gesture. Having an autographed data-file copy of the magazine would have little true meaning or value, but it was certainly more then a fan may have hoped for in such a situation. Of course, Jaques doubted that Michael cared so much about prestige and recognition for a paper written so long ago.
And, much like himself, the man seemed less then interested in technology. So there was surely something more to the gesture then simply offering a parting gift.
He flashed his usual charming smile and stood to accept the token, neatly tucking it away in his jacket pocket, "I appreciate the gesture. Both this, and the need for the added security. Just goes to show you CCD types are not yet blinded by your power, yes? Took but one tiny stone in a boy's sling to down the giant, Goliath."
He turned to leave but stopped at the door at Michael's last comment. "Jerusalem, yes. I fly there next, to finalize the paperwork for the Légion's field office, and warehouses in Ashdod. Adieu, Mr Vellas."
Minutes later he exited the building to the compound. His waiting men were ready to go by the time he reached the vehicles, and Jacques handed Cpl Ime the e-file from Mr Vellas. "Top priority. I need this turned into a framed poster for my office."
He fixed the man with a knowing look, and after a moment's hesitation the clerk caught on and nodded his understanding.
"Provost Boipello. Back to the hotel please. But take the scenic route, will you? We might as well enjoy the sights while we are here, yes?"
Jacques chuckled at the man's annoyed expression; driving on the streets of Mecca was a pain in the ass, to say the least. Half the time the streets were choked with camels and horses from those bass-ackwards desert tribes, or were impromptu open-air markets. Or the protests, peaceful or otherwise. Or the pilgrims. He shook his head quietly and turned to talk to the two escort vehicle drivers, as well as that of the Citroën. They were going to draw a lot of looks on those streets, he was certain.
With them constantly on the move, Ime would have the time he would need to figure out what Michael had hidden in the file and Jacques would have plenty of time to peruse it before they need be concerned about surveillance again.
To a careful eye and a studious mind, Jacques Danjou and Légion Première could be predictable. And to others, they were predictable in their goal to earn profit and renown. They were pawns in the grand scheme of things, yes, but pawns with their own goals and agendas, and their own values.
Michael's gesture of signing the electronic copy of the magazine would probably seem to most as just a simple polite gesture. Having an autographed data-file copy of the magazine would have little true meaning or value, but it was certainly more then a fan may have hoped for in such a situation. Of course, Jaques doubted that Michael cared so much about prestige and recognition for a paper written so long ago.
And, much like himself, the man seemed less then interested in technology. So there was surely something more to the gesture then simply offering a parting gift.
He flashed his usual charming smile and stood to accept the token, neatly tucking it away in his jacket pocket, "I appreciate the gesture. Both this, and the need for the added security. Just goes to show you CCD types are not yet blinded by your power, yes? Took but one tiny stone in a boy's sling to down the giant, Goliath."
He turned to leave but stopped at the door at Michael's last comment. "Jerusalem, yes. I fly there next, to finalize the paperwork for the Légion's field office, and warehouses in Ashdod. Adieu, Mr Vellas."
Minutes later he exited the building to the compound. His waiting men were ready to go by the time he reached the vehicles, and Jacques handed Cpl Ime the e-file from Mr Vellas. "Top priority. I need this turned into a framed poster for my office."
He fixed the man with a knowing look, and after a moment's hesitation the clerk caught on and nodded his understanding.
"Provost Boipello. Back to the hotel please. But take the scenic route, will you? We might as well enjoy the sights while we are here, yes?"
Jacques chuckled at the man's annoyed expression; driving on the streets of Mecca was a pain in the ass, to say the least. Half the time the streets were choked with camels and horses from those bass-ackwards desert tribes, or were impromptu open-air markets. Or the protests, peaceful or otherwise. Or the pilgrims. He shook his head quietly and turned to talk to the two escort vehicle drivers, as well as that of the Citroën. They were going to draw a lot of looks on those streets, he was certain.
With them constantly on the move, Ime would have the time he would need to figure out what Michael had hidden in the file and Jacques would have plenty of time to peruse it before they need be concerned about surveillance again.