Hob grins. "Get used to it." Because this is coming quick. She told everyone two weeks. She's figuring it'll end up closer to a month, but that's still damn, damn fast.
She nods. "Fair enough. Ain't the sort o' thing I came up with overnight either. You do your thinkin', and you let me know what you decide. You want progress reports before then, or should I hold 'em?"
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"No, send them along, they'll probably help." Because in all honesty, there's not that much of a choice, is there? He just knows that his stupid, less helpful mental processes will potentially eat him alive if there isn't an attempt made beforehand to ash the food source. More or less. That got horribly poetic, in a really terrible way.
"It won't take too long. I'll let you know soon either way - you have a bit of a time crunch to handle."
Although something else he's been thinking about. "How did you bring this up to the others? I think you mentioned most of them at least not being aware or entirely aware of the ultimate plan involved."
And then snorts. "Old war stories. Tellin' each other opinions in conversation. Give 'em a vague that change is comin' and see if they're in. No details. Everyone knows it's safer with no details, and that's why I think they're wantin' to listen."
"Only one who knows the full plan is you." Of the rest, Allison Moran knows the most. "Whiskey's got a good idea I wager, cause he's a canny old bastard but he ain't askin' and I ain't tellin'. Echo and Foxtrot know I'm up to somethin', but nothin' more than the vague shape. Most of the Immune gettin' in are in about the same state."
He might have to check in with Whiskey then, see if he can't get a decent idea of the other man's take on all this. He'd just like to have as many direct inputs as possible, but he doesn't want to go around and start getting people in trouble here and there. So he nods a little, takes all of that in.
"Probably better until things are closer to movement than theory. Keep it small and selective as long as possible."
"That's the idea. We got good people. In spite of all this fuckery, there's still people who trust enough to take the leap without knowin' where they'll land." Including non-callsigns. "I dunno if you talkin' to him would make him nervous or not, but I think Specialist Engelsen's might could earn himself a commendation by the time all's said and done. Keep an eye on him. All likelihood he's gonna end up commandin' one of the platoons."
Man had looked her in the eye, and not knowing even a corner of the battle plan had said he wanted in. A lot of that was probably desperation to see something change, but it spoke well of his instincts.
"Does my black little heart a world o' good that at least a couple people out of the fuckin' special snowflake brigade actually do give a shit about our people and ain't just sayin' it to score points."
But they need to talk a bit about the other callsigns, since there's actually a lot of danger in talking to each other. Which shows how sick the organization has become. "I'ma talk to Juliet later today." She knew the first Juliet. But she doesn't know this one. "Any insight you got would be welcome. And what d'ya think about Charlie? I don't fuckin' trust scientists."
Specialist Engelsen. That's one of the states, although off the top of his head he's not sure which one specifically. He'll go find out later though.
"Charlie is more heavily connected to Bifrons than most of us at the moment, at least in as much as any callsign ever isn't. She tends to value progression in terms of her research a bit more highly, I think."
As for the other. "Juliett may be antagonistic about it but she has more to lose than most of us if we don't rectify things quickly. At least in terms of direct personal impact."
Or he could just, you know. Ask. Hob just assumes he knows who she is talking about.
"Scientists." She might say tapeworms with more affection in her tone. "Sounds like Charlie is the one who would lose out in a move. Wouldn't be surprised if we don't get her, don't think we should talk about it to her until it's go time." She considers Juliet. "Yeah, Juliet always gets the shit end of the stick. Okay. We'll see what she has to say."
Alpha doesn't apparently have quite the same disdain for scientists as Victor seems to, but he nods slightly in agreement with her assessment. He's not sure about Charlie. He doesn't want to lose her, but, she feels far closer to Bifrons than the militia themselves. But most of the others - all of the others, actually, he's reasonably certain of. And Victor agrees with him, so that's nice. Juliett - well, to say that he needs Juliett to come with them would technically be true. To say that he needs her to, would be a little more accurate.
But he's not sure what else to say, really. "I'm reasonably certain Juliett at least will come over."
"I'd appreciate that, thank you." And if Juliett surprises him, well. He might be able to talk to her, if he can manage to get past his surprise to begin with.
He does consider the thought for a few moments, but in all honesty before she sends him more information as things are planned, or the plans she has already, he feels like he's already got enough to sift through. More information right now would just colour him either one way or the other. So he shakes his head. "I'm good for now, thank you. I'll let you know as soon as I've come to a decision," he says, finally taking the last pull of his own cigarette and stepping out the end after it falls to the ground.
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She nods. "Fair enough. Ain't the sort o' thing I came up with overnight either. You do your thinkin', and you let me know what you decide. You want progress reports before then, or should I hold 'em?"
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"It won't take too long. I'll let you know soon either way - you have a bit of a time crunch to handle."
Although something else he's been thinking about. "How did you bring this up to the others? I think you mentioned most of them at least not being aware or entirely aware of the ultimate plan involved."
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And then snorts. "Old war stories. Tellin' each other opinions in conversation. Give 'em a vague that change is comin' and see if they're in. No details. Everyone knows it's safer with no details, and that's why I think they're wantin' to listen."
"Only one who knows the full plan is you." Of the rest, Allison Moran knows the most. "Whiskey's got a good idea I wager, cause he's a canny old bastard but he ain't askin' and I ain't tellin'. Echo and Foxtrot know I'm up to somethin', but nothin' more than the vague shape. Most of the Immune gettin' in are in about the same state."
ya ya i feel like a monster &c.
"Probably better until things are closer to movement than theory. Keep it small and selective as long as possible."
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Man had looked her in the eye, and not knowing even a corner of the battle plan had said he wanted in. A lot of that was probably desperation to see something change, but it spoke well of his instincts.
"Does my black little heart a world o' good that at least a couple people out of the fuckin' special snowflake brigade actually do give a shit about our people and ain't just sayin' it to score points."
But they need to talk a bit about the other callsigns, since there's actually a lot of danger in talking to each other. Which shows how sick the organization has become. "I'ma talk to Juliet later today." She knew the first Juliet. But she doesn't know this one. "Any insight you got would be welcome. And what d'ya think about Charlie? I don't fuckin' trust scientists."
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"Charlie is more heavily connected to Bifrons than most of us at the moment, at least in as much as any callsign ever isn't. She tends to value progression in terms of her research a bit more highly, I think."
As for the other. "Juliett may be antagonistic about it but she has more to lose than most of us if we don't rectify things quickly. At least in terms of direct personal impact."
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"Scientists." She might say tapeworms with more affection in her tone. "Sounds like Charlie is the one who would lose out in a move. Wouldn't be surprised if we don't get her, don't think we should talk about it to her until it's go time." She considers Juliet. "Yeah, Juliet always gets the shit end of the stick. Okay. We'll see what she has to say."
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Alpha doesn't apparently have quite the same disdain for scientists as Victor seems to, but he nods slightly in agreement with her assessment. He's not sure about Charlie. He doesn't want to lose her, but, she feels far closer to Bifrons than the militia themselves. But most of the others - all of the others, actually, he's reasonably certain of. And Victor agrees with him, so that's nice. Juliett - well, to say that he needs Juliett to come with them would technically be true. To say that he needs her to, would be a little more accurate.
But he's not sure what else to say, really. "I'm reasonably certain Juliett at least will come over."
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Walk a bit more, turning back toward his office. "You got anything else for me?" Because that's all she has, business wise.
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He does consider the thought for a few moments, but in all honesty before she sends him more information as things are planned, or the plans she has already, he feels like he's already got enough to sift through. More information right now would just colour him either one way or the other. So he shakes his head. "I'm good for now, thank you. I'll let you know as soon as I've come to a decision," he says, finally taking the last pull of his own cigarette and stepping out the end after it falls to the ground.