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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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