02-20-2023, 06:23 PM
Following the little disturbance in DV, Reed found herself stationed at The Garden, code name for a military base in the two hours outside Moscow. No gardens, exactly, but the grounds were fertile soil for building something impressive. A few hundred people reported the Garden on a regular basis, and Reed was lucky enough to have her own quarters in the barracks. Her promotion gave her that much. The private nature of her work did the rest.
She passed the command center on her way to the hole that the Custody said was her office. The people inside were always busy, but today the ant-hill had been kicked. Her expression fell bland as she watched through the windows. If she was aware of the reason they were all freaking out, she didn’t show it, and moved on.
Her office was at the end of a long hallway. Carl met her outside.
He was a soft man in his thirties with unkempt black hair and glasses too big for his face. He wiped at his mouth like he’d just chugged some coffee and handed her something. Carl had shown up one day and Reed was informed he was going to be one of her analysts. She knew nothing about him except that there was no way in hell he’d pass even the easiest of PT standards, and true enough, all she had to do was watch him shuffled under her gaze to know he was civilian. The only other thing she knew about him was that he was only here to keep himself out of jail. One of those - come work for me or you can rot in a gulag - type of positions. Reed was fine with it. Kept the fuckers motivated.
He followed her into the office.
“Ma’am there’s something you should, uh, see…” he stammered, but for all the effort it took to say actual words, his fingers waggled a blur. Moments later a compilation of screens were illuminated.
There were files, background reports, training logs. All of them centered on one man.
But front and center was a Spets commander codenamed Overseer.
Reed had never had the pleasure of meeting this woman. Though she knew exactly who she was. If only by reputation.
The video log played, and Reed waved Carl out.
Any commander with a lead on a channeler in special forces was practically would piss their pants over excitement. Overseer got a hefty bonus, which Reed approved right away. Then she put in the orders that Corlinson be transferred to EoA, report to the Facility, and submit for testing. The info was passed on to Commander Vellas.
A hint of a smile tugged her lips as she sent Michael a message.
“New toy for you. Delivery today.”
As soon as he arrived, her system was flagged and Reed was ready to sit back and enjoy the show.
She passed the command center on her way to the hole that the Custody said was her office. The people inside were always busy, but today the ant-hill had been kicked. Her expression fell bland as she watched through the windows. If she was aware of the reason they were all freaking out, she didn’t show it, and moved on.
Her office was at the end of a long hallway. Carl met her outside.
He was a soft man in his thirties with unkempt black hair and glasses too big for his face. He wiped at his mouth like he’d just chugged some coffee and handed her something. Carl had shown up one day and Reed was informed he was going to be one of her analysts. She knew nothing about him except that there was no way in hell he’d pass even the easiest of PT standards, and true enough, all she had to do was watch him shuffled under her gaze to know he was civilian. The only other thing she knew about him was that he was only here to keep himself out of jail. One of those - come work for me or you can rot in a gulag - type of positions. Reed was fine with it. Kept the fuckers motivated.
He followed her into the office.
“Ma’am there’s something you should, uh, see…” he stammered, but for all the effort it took to say actual words, his fingers waggled a blur. Moments later a compilation of screens were illuminated.
There were files, background reports, training logs. All of them centered on one man.
But front and center was a Spets commander codenamed Overseer.
Reed had never had the pleasure of meeting this woman. Though she knew exactly who she was. If only by reputation.
The video log played, and Reed waved Carl out.
Any commander with a lead on a channeler in special forces was practically would piss their pants over excitement. Overseer got a hefty bonus, which Reed approved right away. Then she put in the orders that Corlinson be transferred to EoA, report to the Facility, and submit for testing. The info was passed on to Commander Vellas.
A hint of a smile tugged her lips as she sent Michael a message.
“New toy for you. Delivery today.”
As soon as he arrived, her system was flagged and Reed was ready to sit back and enjoy the show.