10-27-2014, 09:34 PM
Legionnaire Vanders had taken well to his current role as Jacques' shadow. He spoke briefly with a few of his men at the facility, and the Red Cross representatives and community elders, walking among the people as much as possible. He was a public image, a charismatic man that was quick to smile and bearing an undeniable confidence that brought at least some fleeting comfort and promise of stability for the people that had taken refuge in the now abandoned plant.
He would kneel or squat to speak with children or the lame and sick, never shying away and seemingly unconcerned of the threat of disease. He, like his men, was up to date on all their vaccinations. While he met with the people in the camp, it would give Natalie a chance to meet with her people and get a firm understanding of the camp's needs. What little supplies they had managed to bring in from Freetown didn't go far, after all.
It was as he was making his way back to the vehicles that Lt Kamenashi came over at a reserved jog; to most, it would seem casual, but the fact that the officer was moving at anything other then a walk was clear evidence of bad news to be delivered. News Jacques was already aware of, as his Landwarriors displayed the communiques that the Lt had just received. He had programs that monitored all the Legion's chatter and automatically flagged things of greatest concern.
The news was two-fold. "Sir. My scouts have spotted a convoy of government trucks coming from Freetown. General Wallace-Johnsons' men, I suspect. There are also two SUVs a half hour ahead of them. Reporters, probably."
The Lt's suspicions were correct of course; Jacques was not surprised by the news. The visit to the facility had been a gamble. Wallace-Johnson needed to curb in the Legion's activities in the country after all; their competence and rapid reaction to the current situation was making the government and the General look bad.
And that was why Jacques had tipped off the press; the timing had been a gamble, but he had needed them to show up before the General's men, but not so soon as to prove to be a pain in his own ass. Reporters were almost universally terrible human beings, after all. But they had their purposes, and they would help set the stage to justify to the public Jacques' next move, should that check-mate indeed prove necessary.
"Legionnaire Vanders. Meet our reporter friends at the gate and see they are given ample space to set up what equipment they need. They will have half an hour to familiarize themselves with the situation here, and then I will grant them an interview."
It would give Jacques a chance to better judge Vanders' sense of judgement. The man was clearly intelligent, but how well was he had being in the public eye? As the Legion's first and foremost magic user, he would have to get used to the idea quickly.
He would kneel or squat to speak with children or the lame and sick, never shying away and seemingly unconcerned of the threat of disease. He, like his men, was up to date on all their vaccinations. While he met with the people in the camp, it would give Natalie a chance to meet with her people and get a firm understanding of the camp's needs. What little supplies they had managed to bring in from Freetown didn't go far, after all.
It was as he was making his way back to the vehicles that Lt Kamenashi came over at a reserved jog; to most, it would seem casual, but the fact that the officer was moving at anything other then a walk was clear evidence of bad news to be delivered. News Jacques was already aware of, as his Landwarriors displayed the communiques that the Lt had just received. He had programs that monitored all the Legion's chatter and automatically flagged things of greatest concern.
The news was two-fold. "Sir. My scouts have spotted a convoy of government trucks coming from Freetown. General Wallace-Johnsons' men, I suspect. There are also two SUVs a half hour ahead of them. Reporters, probably."
The Lt's suspicions were correct of course; Jacques was not surprised by the news. The visit to the facility had been a gamble. Wallace-Johnson needed to curb in the Legion's activities in the country after all; their competence and rapid reaction to the current situation was making the government and the General look bad.
And that was why Jacques had tipped off the press; the timing had been a gamble, but he had needed them to show up before the General's men, but not so soon as to prove to be a pain in his own ass. Reporters were almost universally terrible human beings, after all. But they had their purposes, and they would help set the stage to justify to the public Jacques' next move, should that check-mate indeed prove necessary.
"Legionnaire Vanders. Meet our reporter friends at the gate and see they are given ample space to set up what equipment they need. They will have half an hour to familiarize themselves with the situation here, and then I will grant them an interview."
It would give Jacques a chance to better judge Vanders' sense of judgement. The man was clearly intelligent, but how well was he had being in the public eye? As the Legion's first and foremost magic user, he would have to get used to the idea quickly.