[Hob tosses her cigarette butt into the overflowing ash tray and lights up a fresh one.]
Have a seat.
It's simple. Once I got my funding streams secure, I'm taking the combat arms independent since that's what I control. If the rest of the militia wants to resign from Bifrons employment and sign over, I'll take however ain't a spook or a plant.
[ Sit she does, smoothing her skirt over her knees. ]
The Callsign Program will move with the Militia. It was always meant to be a part of the military. I go where Alpha goes- and Alpha will probably go where I tell him. He's from a military family, he knows your legacy, it's likely he will go with you. If not, I'll lean on him. But.
[ And it's a bit of a large 'but'. ]
I do not think you'll have a slot for a 'spook' such as myself in your company. This move will also have Bifrons...unsettled and wanting you handled. It'll be more difficult with me on your side, of course, but not impossible. Your deadly sins likewise will be in danger of Bifrons induced retribution as I'm certain you intend to reinstate that practice. Ghosts cast no shadows, but perhaps...you have need of some all the same?
If you got to lean on him to make him come along, I don't want him. Boy's got to make his own mind.
Though if he does come along, well, I could use someone to run the parts of the operation that ain't combat arms. Sometime who's a damn sight nicer'n me to deal with the civvies.
[She wants people who are hungry, and loyal.]
I don't want Bifrons spooks. I'm just fine havin my own. [Heh.] Goin' back to the good ol days, girl. When military intelligence wasn't an oxymoron. So if you want to report to me, I'll take ya. But I ain't playin the contractor game. I'm tired of this sick atmosphere, where people always got to be lookin over their soldier and distrustin their brother.
Number one in this here operation is loyalty. Fight and die for each other. I ain't acceptin any less.
True, not everyone will be taken by your sunny disposition.
[ But they will appreciate the honesty. That. That is all too rare in Bifrons; and it seems as though it won't be a trait they have for terribly long. ]
...I'm tired of burying my brothers on their say so. I'm in.
It's one of the most successful businesses in district 1. Romeo- Kieth. Was nothing if not thorough in his business ventures. There is plenty of room for investment and I'll make certain you get at least double in return.
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How did she know? How could she know? For a moment she considers laughing it off but...
She knew. Somehow. That shouldn't be possible. ]
I think I see why HR wished to speak with me first.
[ A warning? An affirmation of her loyalty. Something. She doesn't owe this woman anything but...at this point? She owes bifrons less. ]
Starting from the beginning of my tenure to the present?
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Shitty end of the deal.
Thought about tryin' somethin' new?
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[ Her posture shifts, sliding out of the usual careless twist and dip into militaristic perfection. ]
How new? Attempts have been made before. They don't get much further than the planning stages before I am called in to end them.
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You been called to end anythin' over here yet?
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[ a beat. ]
And so long as I am aware, they will continue to remain oblivious.
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[Heh.]
Heh.
[Hob tosses her cigarette butt into the overflowing ash tray and lights up a fresh one.]
Have a seat.
It's simple. Once I got my funding streams secure, I'm taking the combat arms independent since that's what I control. If the rest of the militia wants to resign from Bifrons employment and sign over, I'll take however ain't a spook or a plant.
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The Callsign Program will move with the Militia. It was always meant to be a part of the military. I go where Alpha goes- and Alpha will probably go where I tell him. He's from a military family, he knows your legacy, it's likely he will go with you. If not, I'll lean on him. But.
[ And it's a bit of a large 'but'. ]
I do not think you'll have a slot for a 'spook' such as myself in your company. This move will also have Bifrons...unsettled and wanting you handled. It'll be more difficult with me on your side, of course, but not impossible. Your deadly sins likewise will be in danger of Bifrons induced retribution as I'm certain you intend to reinstate that practice. Ghosts cast no shadows, but perhaps...you have need of some all the same?
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Though if he does come along, well, I could use someone to run the parts of the operation that ain't combat arms. Sometime who's a damn sight nicer'n me to deal with the civvies.
[She wants people who are hungry, and loyal.]
I don't want Bifrons spooks. I'm just fine havin my own. [Heh.] Goin' back to the good ol days, girl. When military intelligence wasn't an oxymoron. So if you want to report to me, I'll take ya. But I ain't playin the contractor game. I'm tired of this sick atmosphere, where people always got to be lookin over their soldier and distrustin their brother.
Number one in this here operation is loyalty. Fight and die for each other. I ain't acceptin any less.
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[ But they will appreciate the honesty. That. That is all too rare in Bifrons; and it seems as though it won't be a trait they have for terribly long. ]
...I'm tired of burying my brothers on their say so. I'm in.
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[She nods. Loyalty. She recognizes it.]
All right. Decide how you want your unit structured and what cover you want, if any. Have the details to me within the next week.
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[ She nods, rising to her feet. This went better than she'd anticipated. ]
I'll handle my own recruiting?
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[Heh.]
If you got a casino as a cover and you're gonna keep it, there any room for investment in there?
[Got to find all the revenue streams she can.]
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