Aug 20 12:49:45 109 PA - Hiring Jokin to the O.S.S.

From Chronicles

Aug 20 12:49:45 109 PA.

OFFICE OF STRATEGIC SERVICES – MAIN FLOOR

Just because it's lunchtime doesn't mean that work actually stops at a business like the O.S.S. Two of the operatives are inside, one sitting at a desc pouring over papers of some kind, the other sitting at the large communications area, dabbling keys. Gabriel is tucked near the large vertically scrolling maps, taking notes on a simple pad of paper with a yellow wooden pencil, and everyone is in proper uniform. Up front, the D-Bee Gracie is immediately on hand to play front line with a pleasant, "Hello, welcome to the Office of Strategic Services, I'm Gracie. How can we help you today?"

"I heard there were some job openings here?" Jokin says as he steps up to the desk, his gaze taking in Gracie, before scannin across the rest of the room, his attention shifting back to the receptionist, "Thought I'd come by and check it out."

"Oh yes, thank you for stopping in, the Colonel is looking forward to applicants," Gracie says politely. "If you'd just allow me to secure your removable weapons, I'll get the Colonel for you." With four hands, she probably could indeed do all of that at the same time. For his part, Gabriel is still up near one of the maps, intently doing something, noting a bit and piece here with a grease pencil on a separate piece of what stands in for Lexan.

Jokin removes the heavy pistol from his hip, setting it down on the desk with a heavy thump, "Don't break it." He says with a little grin. "That's all I've got on me that comes off." He adds. Gracie accepts that with a smile, securing the weapon in the Cage without any further contest. "Colonel! Gentleman to speak to you about employment." Gabriel looks up at the attentive cry, tucking the notepad away between arm and torso. He smiles when he sees the largely technological man, waking forward with an extended hand. "Jokin, it's been forever! How've you been? C'mon in." The receptionist slash personal assistant has now gone back to her work running the office and keeping tabs of minutiae that Gabriel would just go crazy trying to do.

Jokin offers out his own hand to shake the offered one, "Well, hardly forever, but it's been a bit yeah." he says, "So what's the story with this job you're advertising?" he asks as he moves to accompany the man back.

Gabriel waves Jokin deeper into the office, but still the main open floor. "Well, I need more people. Trained people to augment who I already have." He nods to the two operatives already there, "Good workers, very good. But I need some people who can occasionally leave town as well, and perhaps for more specialized deployments inside the walls. You've obviously done some mercenary work. Are you familiar with what we do here, day-to-day?"

"I understand basically what you do, but the specifics I doubt I know." Jokin replies at that, "And I'm about as well trained as you're going to find walking in off the street, yeah."

Gabriel smiles at something, but goes on with the explanation. "I like to think of us as security and investigation for the most part. Day-to-day, it's pretty calm. Protect people who hire us to protect them, augment security at a concert, transport people from one place to another. That kind of thing," he says, making a wheeling motion of his hand to indicate, 'and so on.' "Investigating what we're hired to investigate. Gracie can give you a pamphlet on it, you want to think about it for a while. Now, we have good people working here. Gracie and five operatives right now. A man named Erebos is also currently working with us. That's the brief version of everyday bread-and-butter. Here, why don't we discuss this a little more in my office, you don't need to be blurting out private information around others, if you don't care to." He gives a nod, then moves into his oddly placed room.

OFFICE OF STRATEGIC SERVICES – GABRIEL'S PRIVATE OFFICE

Jokin nods, "Well, I've read about what you say you do." He agrees as he follows you in. He casts a little glance around the room with a little frown, "So what exactly are you looking for in an employee?" he asks.

Gabriel edges around his desk and into his chair after waiting to close the door behind Jokin. He dips below the desk's surface for a few seconds, coming up with two bottles of cool water, one of them gently shoved across the table. "Refreshing, if you're interested." As he unscrews the cap on his own bottle, he can only shrug. "I'm looking for people who can handle all of that, and to it without getting pissed off at either absurd requests and demands by clients, or angry people in security situations, etc. The purpose here, day-to-day is to be as gentle and non-violent as possible. Something avoided is better than something confronted. So if you don't have that, this might not be the place for you. Second, as little bias toward anyone going into this as possible. Magic, psychics, the 'Dregs, the Coalition... doesn't matter, as best we can, we're polite to everyone. That's another necessity. if you can't do that, this probably isn't for you." He tilts the bottle back for a moment and comes up smiling. "Ahh. But, we do more than day to day, and I know that outside the walls are always options for more than day to day, and that's where the big catch comes in."

"Well, as long as they're paying it's fine, though I'm not doing something stupid or life threatening for chump change. And I'm not much down for suicide missions either." Jokin says, "But, I'm a professional merc, so I'll do everything I can to get the job done. I've plenty of non lethal options, and I can do non-violent as well." He says with a little shrug as he moves to sit down opposite, accepting the bottle pushed across to him. "My training wasn't exactly in the investigation field either, but I have some skills I could put towards that, I suppose."

Gabriel grins. "No, not many people are into it the same way I am, but it works out in the end fairly well. So we've got relationships with the public covered. Before I get to the catch, let me tell you the benefits. I can give you fourteen-hundred a month, paid in two installments of seven-hundred each. Anything lost on a common job gets paid out of company coffers, then whatever money is left over gets split evenly. Those are the big benefits. The two downsides, are that when you work here, you - all of us - are the face of this company, and this company stands up for good causes. Good causes as I define them, or we define through a common agreement. So we may, from time-to-time, turn down a potentially lucrative side job on principle. More importantly is the individual. You, Erebos, any of the others." He waves out the closed door. "During employment here, no one may accept or work on a side job in a highly active way without clearance. It's the face of the company. This shouldn't ever be a major problem, but again, if you wouldn't be able to turn down money on principle, that could be a problem."

"Well, as long as your principles and mine don't conflict that's fine. And as long as your mission bonuses are worth the work, I won't have any reason to go looking for other work. You fail to deliver on pay then I'm likely to stray. That's just the fact of things." Jokin says as he listens, "Your ad said you offered medical benefits too, but you didn't exactly mention them in your pitch there. What do your medical benefits cover?"

The man behind the desk guarantees that the bi-weekly payment will never be skipped unless the company folds. "As for medical benefits, that comes down to things lost in the line of duty. A limb, an eye, that kind of thing. I don't have anywhere near the kind of cash that would be required to completely replace say, one of your limbs out of hand, but were it to occur in the course of a mission, it would be like recharing ammunition, fixing armor, etc. All the money earned by those of us on the mission goes into a pool, and to the best of our ability everyone gets the money that they need before anyone actually 'earns' any money to end up in their wallet." He notes, "Elective surgeries, such as having a new implant installed are not covered. That's considered the individual's choice to allow himself to operate as best he can."

Jokin nods, "So that was mostly included in the add to make it sound good rather then much in the way of benefits, gotcha." Jokin says, "Well, if I'm in heavy combat, expect the repair costs to be fairly high, but I'll do what I can to minimize the damage, of course." He unscrews the cap on the bottle and takes a drink from it, "If you don't want the skills and abilities that come with hiring a borg though that's understandable."

Gabriel lays out a hand. "Maybe I'm just not being clear on my end. What was it that you were hoping to find, as far as medical goes? I personally would prefer to win a mission with less cash because I needed to repair a damaged 'Borg than I would to fail the mission."

"Well, you're offering basic replacements for lost limbs, eyes etc for medical, which is fine. Doesn't really do much for me, or a lot of people, but at least they won't be crippled for life. Doesn't sound like more extreme procedures are covered, or replacement of more specialized augmentations that could be damaged or lost in the line of battle." Jokin says, "I'm understanding things right, yeah?" he asks.

Gabriel has to remains silent for a short time to think about that. "If it comes down to 'extreme' procedures or specialized gear, I think that would be something to come up on a case-by-case basis. While I haven't set any kind of cap for medical or equipment loss - and don't intend to - if one person's super-special bit of tech is lost that would completely drain everyone from losing any chance at making a buck if evenly covered, there wouldn't be anyone working here. Still, even at that if it came down to it, I would not make a singular call. Something that economically 'extreme' would need to come up to a common vote. I'm sure that it would be a 'yes,' otherwise people would just be screwing over other employees... but that's the best that I can offer you for 'extreme' procedures or similar loss. And as I said, any further augmentation by anyone is that their own expense unless explicitly directed by the office."

"I'm not just asking for my case. If someone takes a laser shot to the torso it could take a large sum of credits to save their life." Jokin says, "Quarter.. half a million.. maybe more. I'm not argueing the policy, just making sure I understand it is all." He adds, "So, anything else you need to go over before I submit an application?"

Gabriel only says, "Just remember what I said. Everyone who works here is the face of the company, and we are 'the good guys' if you want to put a label on us. Patience, and polite. I already know you, Jokin, so you can probably skip the application itself, just let me know if there's anything that you'd like to see in the future, and any really, truly unusual skills that you might have, so I know if I can accommodate a job." He grins. "And of course, there's the matter of the uniform. Everybody wears it during business hours. Eight to eight."

"Is that to go with your 'colonel' persona you've got going?" Jokin asks with a grin, "And a lot of people call themselves good guys, The Coalition, Tolkeen, etc. So that label doesn't mean much to me, but you can call your company whatever you want." he says with a laugh, "As far as special skills go? I dunno, I can do a lot of things, I'm highly trained, and I've got a decent amount of augmentations. Nothing I'd consider special, really, but yeah."

Gabriel chuckles. "It's only a persona if you discount time travel, my friend. Otherwise, as long as I'm alive, so is my country and so am I having taken an oath to protect it. Even if that means it can be hard to find. It'll die when I die, if I haven't passed on anything to anyone else. Colonel when the damn ship blew, colonel when I landed face-first in dirt. But these days, it's the Special Agent part that's more applicable. They stick with 'Colonel' because it makes for a better rank system," he says with a brief nod to the door. "I'll get you more information on operational details later. For now, grab your gear, get to know everyone and welcome aboard." He stands, extending a friendly hand. "It's good to have you, I think you'll like everybody. Watch out for Gracie, she's the smartest person in the office!"