07-02-2014, 03:41 PM
Carpenter, no Hollywood, accepted the cane with a joke, and Jared admired the man. Hollywood was in a shitty situation. He couldn't walk and was likely still extremely tired, but still kept going. It wasn't easy to do, but, hey, he lessened the pressure.
"I prefer to make my gifts a little more memorable. Think about it, you probably don't remember all of the people who gave you flowers and balloons, but when you're an 80 year old man, you'll remember the one who gave you your first cane. I guarantee it,"
Jared replied, a joking smile on his face.
As Jared finished the line, another Legionanaire entered the room and stated matter of factly, "CEO's coming down the hall."
A knock followed the announcement from the next room over. Hollywood scrambled, trying to get up, evidently not wanting to be laying down when Jacques arrived. Jared, sensing his urgency, helped the man stand.
Hollywood was able to stand with his weight held on his good leg and cane and both men saluted as the knock came to the door. The familiar motion becoming synchronized between the two men. Old habits never die.
Jared was struck, however, by the automatic reaction. He knew that Jacques was a businessman and technically not a military leader. Technically a salute wasn't necessary. Jacques reputation, however, preceded him. Any of his fellow Legionnaires that had come into contact with Jacques had spoken highly of him and the fact that he was not only here in Sierra Leone, but had also been present for Operation Jeddah showed that he wasn't a disinterested businessman looking just to make money; he truly cared about those who worked for him. A salute wasn't necessary, but to Jared, this salute was truly earned and deserved.
Hollywood greeted Jacques and Jared followed suit, "Sir, Leigonnaire Vanders, Sir!"
It was the first time Jared laid eyes on the CEO of the Légion Première. He looked tired, and Jared assumed he had spent most of his time the last couple of days dealing with the aftermath of Jeddah and the Temne attacks. Jared's respect for him rose again. Jacques could have easily found a place to rest instead of checking in on his soldiers.
Jared didn't move, but kept an eye out to make sure that Hollywod was standing alright. His kitten had moved and was attacking his shin, but Hollywood seemed to be ignoring it well despite his bad leg. Keeping his eyes towards Jacques, Jared stood at attention waiting for any orders the CEO might give him.
Edited by Jared Vanders, Jul 2 2014, 07:38 PM.
"I prefer to make my gifts a little more memorable. Think about it, you probably don't remember all of the people who gave you flowers and balloons, but when you're an 80 year old man, you'll remember the one who gave you your first cane. I guarantee it,"
Jared replied, a joking smile on his face.
As Jared finished the line, another Legionanaire entered the room and stated matter of factly, "CEO's coming down the hall."
A knock followed the announcement from the next room over. Hollywood scrambled, trying to get up, evidently not wanting to be laying down when Jacques arrived. Jared, sensing his urgency, helped the man stand.
Hollywood was able to stand with his weight held on his good leg and cane and both men saluted as the knock came to the door. The familiar motion becoming synchronized between the two men. Old habits never die.
Jared was struck, however, by the automatic reaction. He knew that Jacques was a businessman and technically not a military leader. Technically a salute wasn't necessary. Jacques reputation, however, preceded him. Any of his fellow Legionnaires that had come into contact with Jacques had spoken highly of him and the fact that he was not only here in Sierra Leone, but had also been present for Operation Jeddah showed that he wasn't a disinterested businessman looking just to make money; he truly cared about those who worked for him. A salute wasn't necessary, but to Jared, this salute was truly earned and deserved.
Hollywood greeted Jacques and Jared followed suit, "Sir, Leigonnaire Vanders, Sir!"
It was the first time Jared laid eyes on the CEO of the Légion Première. He looked tired, and Jared assumed he had spent most of his time the last couple of days dealing with the aftermath of Jeddah and the Temne attacks. Jared's respect for him rose again. Jacques could have easily found a place to rest instead of checking in on his soldiers.
Jared didn't move, but kept an eye out to make sure that Hollywod was standing alright. His kitten had moved and was attacking his shin, but Hollywood seemed to be ignoring it well despite his bad leg. Keeping his eyes towards Jacques, Jared stood at attention waiting for any orders the CEO might give him.
Edited by Jared Vanders, Jul 2 2014, 07:38 PM.