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capeandcowllogs2012-08-17 06:14 pm
trueltning_fury) wrote in capeandcowllogs2012-08-17 06:14 pm
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Rain in the air
WHO: Geddoe and Boyd (plays_with_dolls)
WHERE: GPS/Rossum Headquarters
WHEN: today! (Friday) afternoonish
WARNINGS: not likely
SUMMARY: Geddoe's handpicked GPS spies in Germany have found out things about Vulcanus. Time to report in to the boss.
FORMAT: para setup but whatever afterwards IDC
It was a little touchy sitting tight in the City, waiting for calls on the new, prepaid temporary phone meant solely for the mole to contact him. But Geddoe was no longer allowed on the soil of the countries where Rossum Corp's assets used to have satellite offices, so he had to be content with the modern style of commanding his forces from afar, by text and phone rather than face to face. He had selected the GPS forces himself, some he knew personally from working with them on the ground and others he had good intelligence on via personnel. They stayed in Germany, feigning to have quit when Boyd announced his boycott and staying behind for their own personal reasons so they could investigate the Vulcanus claims on their own. They were to report to Geddoe directly through hard-to-trace means, so he could in turn deliver that information to his employer. And, depending on the value of the information, to others investigating the ImBargo Act as well.
By Thursday morning he had received enough contact from his moles on the ground to justify going to Boyd. It was all pretty big news, more than he realized. He set up a meeting in person at Rossum on Friday, not trusting technology at all and preferring to discuss this directly anyway. Fortunately, he had been coming and going from the offices often enough in the past few months that they didn't even bat an eye at his armor and blade anymore. Ironically, showing up in full armor only helped to bolster his Dolvanian disguise - the only surviving eyewitnesses to his presence in the raid would have remembered a man with a disfiguring scar, ponytail, and modern sweaters covering a bulletproof vest, not a shaggy warrior in medieval leather armor. Geddoe strode into Boyd's office when called in, looking all-business by the scowl on his face.
"I have news, Mr. Langton," he reported simply.
plays_with_dolls)WHERE: GPS/Rossum Headquarters
WHEN: today! (Friday) afternoonish
WARNINGS: not likely
SUMMARY: Geddoe's handpicked GPS spies in Germany have found out things about Vulcanus. Time to report in to the boss.
FORMAT: para setup but whatever afterwards IDC
It was a little touchy sitting tight in the City, waiting for calls on the new, prepaid temporary phone meant solely for the mole to contact him. But Geddoe was no longer allowed on the soil of the countries where Rossum Corp's assets used to have satellite offices, so he had to be content with the modern style of commanding his forces from afar, by text and phone rather than face to face. He had selected the GPS forces himself, some he knew personally from working with them on the ground and others he had good intelligence on via personnel. They stayed in Germany, feigning to have quit when Boyd announced his boycott and staying behind for their own personal reasons so they could investigate the Vulcanus claims on their own. They were to report to Geddoe directly through hard-to-trace means, so he could in turn deliver that information to his employer. And, depending on the value of the information, to others investigating the ImBargo Act as well.
By Thursday morning he had received enough contact from his moles on the ground to justify going to Boyd. It was all pretty big news, more than he realized. He set up a meeting in person at Rossum on Friday, not trusting technology at all and preferring to discuss this directly anyway. Fortunately, he had been coming and going from the offices often enough in the past few months that they didn't even bat an eye at his armor and blade anymore. Ironically, showing up in full armor only helped to bolster his Dolvanian disguise - the only surviving eyewitnesses to his presence in the raid would have remembered a man with a disfiguring scar, ponytail, and modern sweaters covering a bulletproof vest, not a shaggy warrior in medieval leather armor. Geddoe strode into Boyd's office when called in, looking all-business by the scowl on his face.
"I have news, Mr. Langton," he reported simply.
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It wasn't an idea he was comfortable with. Being the head of Rossum publicly, yes. Being a community leader, yes. Unifying the whole Import community to fight Vulcanus, now there was a problem. It wasn't the end goal that bothered him. He simply preferred being in the background, letting others take the spotlight for such things. It made it much easier to maneuver and get what he wanted that way. What Geddoe was asking, it was something Echo would have been ideal for. Before her imprint of Caroline anyway.
With one last glance down he turned back around.
"You're also right that if we follow their recruiters we should be able to find at least an important facility, if not their central one. At the very least we'll get a better idea of their numbers and movements. And because they're recruiting even right here in the city they can't use that act to stop us. You're going to need a team to do this, Imports, but I imagine that's what you wanted permission to do anyway. More than a team though. We'll recruit everyone we can who wants to fight Vulcanus. This is bigger than this company, but we can use it to shelter them, supply them, to transport them wherever they need to go to hurt Vulcanus."
Boyd's mind was analyzing the problem now. Already thinking of how, while this might not be his usual method of operation, that it could play out entirely to his advantage. "One of the reasons Vulcanus has been beating us is they have a unified command. They're coordinated. Even when we fight back it's individual teams with little communication. We're going to change that. This is a war, correct? Then we'll start acting like it. A central command for anti-Vulcanus activities."
"Do you think this is possible, or am I reaching too far?"
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He folded his arms over his chest and faced his boss directly. "You have a keen grasp of the situation. Yes, it's about time we started seeing the war for what it is. Though, if things remain as they have every other time a threat has reared its head, unifying Imports as a single army - even a secret one - is something I have doubts about achieving." His scowl said it all. He had no faith in the scattered forces joining together and working as one. They had yet to prove by their actions that they were capable of such a thing. But he wanted it, and put his pride aside for a moment. "But. If ever there was a time when it had to happen, that time is now. While I have experience leading forces into battle, I prefer a less high-profile position. Surely there is someone else capable of true leadership in this case. Though, I also enjoy having strategists at my elbow, doing much of the thinking and coordinating so that those who need to act can do so with every advantage in their belts. We need more of those."
He regarded Boyd with an authoritative air. "The only permission I ask is to share this information with the community. Perhaps not so openly nor all at once, but to use it as a means to determine whether unity can even happen, and who might be able to make it to happen. The sooner, the better. We are losing ground by the day and cannot afford to sit on our hands for weeks. If I am unable to bring others together into a team, I will find someone who can. Above all," he warned, "this must be kept quiet. Vulcanus can not know if we've managed to put together an organized resistance. We must find those who are not so eager to show their hand on public networks."
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Admitting that was a risk, one of the worst he'd taken in this place, but we needed this coalition to happen and to happen now. It wasn't as if all of the others were ignorant of the tech's existence so as long as he spun it in the right way he'd escape most of their suspicion and even if he didn't, hopefully the potential to defeat Vulcanus would be too tempting for them to act against him.
"Also to help keep things secure inform them I can help with that as well. We'll use the Rossum/GPS satellite network and the Mainframe to provide secure communications and data transfer. And make sure the emergency command bunker is up and running. We're going to need it and I know Vulcanus doesn't know about it. Since it already has secure connections to our networks it should provide a suitable HQ for now."
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He moved to the desk to find something, even a memo pad, on which to jot down notes. He would have to figure out how to formulate the message to the community later, for now he needed the actual words, the dangling bait for other powers to grab onto. "Is this true, then?" he wondered as idly as he could. "You have something that may counteract the scanners, already?"
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He breathed another one of those tired, sagacious sighs. This particular foe tended to wear him out just thinking. "I suppose we ought to consider ourselves lucky that of all places in this world to be teleported into, we find ourselves headquartered in a country that believes so fiercely in freedom. Otherwise, those laws and far worse could already be on the books."
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He nodded to show that he had gotten all the information and had it under control. "I will carry out the preparations, and send new orders to our people still on the ground in Germany. Perhaps they can bring us even more information, if not a captive or two. The more, the better it is for all of us."
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He nodded, tucked his notes on strategy and communication beneath his leather armor, and turned to leave without any further formalities. "If there's nothing else...?"
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