10-02-2016, 12:28 PM
Orders from Koertig? The General of the Ground Forces. The only man who could command Victoria above the General was the Ascendancy himself. For the first time, Victoria actually showed some emotion in the room. Her face turned a shade paler, a shaking hand raising to touch the letter before she snatched it back down. Stanko had no idea either. Of course he didn't. She was walking into this whole thing blind. Part of a new specialist force, or even a new branch... or perhaps Victoria Wolff would meet a tragic accident in Moscow. No, that was silly. The Ascendancy was too smart, too driven to cover such a power because it could be threatening. She'd be used. There would be duty. Perhaps, as dark and selfish as the ambition was, she would even be at the forefront of that.
"Moscow. The Kremlin. I will leave tomorrow, Sir. Could your secretary arrange a flight for me, around midday? I will need to prepare today, and if you would allow me, say goodbye to my men in the morning." A foolish little admission to emotion, but she couldn't just leave the men she'd led through fire and hell. They'd go to the gates of hell for her, and now... Well, all Wolff could do was recommend a good replacement. "If I could be so bold, I'd recommending promoting Major Mikhailov to Colonel, and Captain Henderson to fill his rank within the regiment. Saying Mikhailov is driven is an understatement, and Henderson is... capable." And he knows. The least she could do for him. She was sitting here thanks to his quick thinking. It was, admittedly, overstepping her bounds but to hell with that. If she was leaving her men, she'd cover them as best she could.
Victoria was expecting that request. Taking a deep breath, she lowered her head. This was slightly embarrassing, but then again, no one knew how it worked. Maybe, maybe they could find a way around it.
"Of course, Sir, but..." She raised her head again, meeting his eyes, a flicker of embarrassment at her lack of ability. "It seems the power can only be used in tandem with a weapon. Perhaps because of its destructive powers. Do you have a firearm I could hold?"
Edited by Victoria Wolff, Oct 2 2016, 12:37 PM.
"Moscow. The Kremlin. I will leave tomorrow, Sir. Could your secretary arrange a flight for me, around midday? I will need to prepare today, and if you would allow me, say goodbye to my men in the morning." A foolish little admission to emotion, but she couldn't just leave the men she'd led through fire and hell. They'd go to the gates of hell for her, and now... Well, all Wolff could do was recommend a good replacement. "If I could be so bold, I'd recommending promoting Major Mikhailov to Colonel, and Captain Henderson to fill his rank within the regiment. Saying Mikhailov is driven is an understatement, and Henderson is... capable." And he knows. The least she could do for him. She was sitting here thanks to his quick thinking. It was, admittedly, overstepping her bounds but to hell with that. If she was leaving her men, she'd cover them as best she could.
Victoria was expecting that request. Taking a deep breath, she lowered her head. This was slightly embarrassing, but then again, no one knew how it worked. Maybe, maybe they could find a way around it.
"Of course, Sir, but..." She raised her head again, meeting his eyes, a flicker of embarrassment at her lack of ability. "It seems the power can only be used in tandem with a weapon. Perhaps because of its destructive powers. Do you have a firearm I could hold?"
Edited by Victoria Wolff, Oct 2 2016, 12:37 PM.