08-04-2013, 10:47 AM
So she would be reporting to the Custody of Defense yet also remain under the care of the Custody of State.
Torri knew exactly what that meant.
It meant the last semblance of freedom she had was gone. It meant the CoD was going to watch her every move, and the CoS would sweep in to clean up the mess if she so much as sneezed without their permission. Come and go as I please. Right. She simply stared, flat and unresponsive while taking in the news. She'd be able to live where she wanted, so long as the building was within the Kremlin perimeter and under the CoS's watchful eye. Then again, as the location of this Facility had yet to be revealed, Torri could only speculate about where it was. However she was fairly certain it was close by if this liaison was going to be giving her a personal tour. Which judging by the presentation, then the Facility was fairly large, and there was only one reasonable place it could be. Beneath them.
Anywhere within walking distance to live would be expensive, yet she assumed there would be no advancement in pay grade, therefore the comfortable life she had in Berlin would be narrowed down to practically nothing. Thinking about finances already, Torri was nothing if she wasn't practical.
She'd be able to write her own hours. That was good, since it seemed she'd not have time, energy, freedom or money to do anything else with her days but work on this ... cure. Volunteer patients? Really..?
She was intrigued, though, but kept her mind honed to the topics at hand. There would be time to consider the scope of this project later.
As their conversation drew to a close, Torri pulled the sleeve of her uniform snugly to her wrist to cover the chip still embedded in her skin. She'd always thought these things were science-fiction. Fake fairy tales made up by bored soldiers who read too many spy novels. But a DNA personalized, transdermal decryption iChip? A TDDi? (or more commonly referred to as a Teddy, on account of their lovable, snuggly sort of itchy throb that went along with jamming it in your skin), and now one was attached to her wrist like a nasty bracelet. This didn't bode well.
Her eyes hovered on the screen-saver a moment. The DI Central Custody symbol turning and rotating in its form, but it was the Ascendancy's symbol which kept her gaze. The mark of the CCD empire could only be used in reference to the nation as a whole or in personal use by the Ascendancy himself. The same symbol as what was on her uniform.
She stood when it seemed she was about to be dismissed, "I have no questions ma'am." It wasn't true. She had a hundred questions, but Torri was used to being given information in due time. Besides, a government bureaucrat was not the one to pose them to, and Torri was hardly in the mood to deal with getting chewed out.
((Torri's moding was done with permission))
Edited by Torri, Aug 4 2013, 11:02 AM.
Torri knew exactly what that meant.
It meant the last semblance of freedom she had was gone. It meant the CoD was going to watch her every move, and the CoS would sweep in to clean up the mess if she so much as sneezed without their permission. Come and go as I please. Right. She simply stared, flat and unresponsive while taking in the news. She'd be able to live where she wanted, so long as the building was within the Kremlin perimeter and under the CoS's watchful eye. Then again, as the location of this Facility had yet to be revealed, Torri could only speculate about where it was. However she was fairly certain it was close by if this liaison was going to be giving her a personal tour. Which judging by the presentation, then the Facility was fairly large, and there was only one reasonable place it could be. Beneath them.
Anywhere within walking distance to live would be expensive, yet she assumed there would be no advancement in pay grade, therefore the comfortable life she had in Berlin would be narrowed down to practically nothing. Thinking about finances already, Torri was nothing if she wasn't practical.
She'd be able to write her own hours. That was good, since it seemed she'd not have time, energy, freedom or money to do anything else with her days but work on this ... cure. Volunteer patients? Really..?
She was intrigued, though, but kept her mind honed to the topics at hand. There would be time to consider the scope of this project later.
As their conversation drew to a close, Torri pulled the sleeve of her uniform snugly to her wrist to cover the chip still embedded in her skin. She'd always thought these things were science-fiction. Fake fairy tales made up by bored soldiers who read too many spy novels. But a DNA personalized, transdermal decryption iChip? A TDDi? (or more commonly referred to as a Teddy, on account of their lovable, snuggly sort of itchy throb that went along with jamming it in your skin), and now one was attached to her wrist like a nasty bracelet. This didn't bode well.
Her eyes hovered on the screen-saver a moment. The DI Central Custody symbol turning and rotating in its form, but it was the Ascendancy's symbol which kept her gaze. The mark of the CCD empire could only be used in reference to the nation as a whole or in personal use by the Ascendancy himself. The same symbol as what was on her uniform.
She stood when it seemed she was about to be dismissed, "I have no questions ma'am." It wasn't true. She had a hundred questions, but Torri was used to being given information in due time. Besides, a government bureaucrat was not the one to pose them to, and Torri was hardly in the mood to deal with getting chewed out.
((Torri's moding was done with permission))
Edited by Torri, Aug 4 2013, 11:02 AM.