Aug 23 03:18:11 109 PA - Morning Marching Orders
From Chronicles
Aug 23 03:18:11 109 PA.
OFFICE OF STRATEGIC SERVICES – MAIN FLOOR
The opening bell has sounded at the O.S.S., and people are arriving, at least those who aren't already out on jobs. Gracie has been at her desk for at least thirty minutes, getting in early as always, and ready to disarm everyone who comes in - even employees. Save for Gabriel. He gets to keep his unique pistol. The receptionist gives Jokin a pleasant, "Good morning," and ushers him inside.
"The levels of trust you show your employees is astounding." Jokin says as he moves in, having surrendered his pistol. "So whated you want to talk to me about?" he asks as he follows you along.
"It's not the employees, it's for the clients," Gabriel explains. "A little bit of proof that we have skills, but don't lord it over people's heads. Any reason that they should be disarmed, but we keep packing pistols that could blow tanks apart while in the office?" he asks, a fair question. Gabriel just taps a quick spot on a small orthographic map of the 'Dregs. "The refugees. Supposedly evacuated their compound without being seen. I want - I need - to know where they are, and I have two hypothesis. Option one, they took my advice, made themselves look pathetic, and never left. Mercs jumped in, got slaughtered, everyone had a good laugh and in a few days, the refugees will show themselves again. Or option two, they found a better place to live, one that I might know about and have an interest in, and evacuated to that location. If that's the case, I definitely need to know about it. Or, option three." He holds up the appropriate three fingers. "I have no fucking idea, but I still need to find them. So I'm going to be hitting the streets, Erebos is going to be hitting the streets - so this is your first job. Find the missing refugees. If it looks like you're going into major danger to find it, don't. We'll regroup and do it together. Good?"
"I don't know what kind of tanks you're used to, but the barrel on that thing would probably melt before it punched through the hull of a tank." Jokin says with a laugh. "And you remember in that interview we had just the other day when I said Investigation isn't exactly one of my skill sets? Well, I'll look but don't expect much."
Gabriel nods his head. "I know, I know. But you work here, and we're much more than just being big, heavy, strong and able to blast stuff. Get out there and see what you can find. Any little detail could be the key to finding something important." Gabriel shrugs, "Of course, there might be nothing to find for any of us, but we can't help but do our jobs. That's why you put on the uniform, my friend. You're the heavy one among us, so maybe you can dig a little deeper into the 'Dregs than I could. You have trouble? Get on the radio, and we'll be there." It's nearly a dismissive statement, but he's clearly still open for questions or clarification.
Jokin shrugs, "Well, I'm going to probably send anyone with information to ground when they hear a borg headhunter is looking for them, especially with just how thrilled the family's got to be now. But you're the boss. Got any leads?"
"No leads. Just hang around the area, keep an ear open. Sometimes mercs like to talk, particularly when they get slaughtered by apparently turning on themselves." Gabriel shakes his head a bit. "You are rather obvious, so don't try to go too deep. Oh, and... leave off the uniform." He winks, knowing that it was obvious, but needed to be said anyway.
"Sure thing. I'll let you know if anything turns up." Jokin says, "Maybe I can find something out at the compound too, might have better luck there." He shrugs his shoulders, "Anything else or should I get to work?"
Gabriel suggests only, "Yeah, in case there really is something at the compound, wait for the hairs on the back of your neck to stand up, and if they do? Run like hell!" He chuckles at that, and is then a bit abrupt to get on with the day's work. "Okay, let's get going. I've got to spread out and see if I can't find them through my own channels. I'll be on the radio if you need me." With that, he turns his back and heads over to one of his note pads and a map of the area.
