Post by Arnold Colston-Westbrook on Mar 3, 2023 6:37:30 GMT
~~~~~~~ Military Security and Intelligence Agency Building, Ngatara ~~~~~~~
Nicholas Meyers, the head of the Military Security and Intelligence Agency sat at his desk reading. It had been a slow morning so far, with his only appointment having finished hours ago. He had just gotten to the interesting part when his door slammed open and one of his senior staff, James Holden, ran excitedly into the room.
Just outside, Evan Smith sat at his desk very confused. He knew as Director Meyers assistant that Mr Holden did not have an appointment but he had just ran straight past before he could react. Thoroughly miffed he was about to go back to filing when he suddenly heard Director Meyers yell quite loudly through the usually soundproof doors, "They are doing WHAT!?"
You see, some of the fine people at the Economics department of the Overseas Intelligence Section had just discovered that the Sadalers were selling demilitarised versions of both their most modern tanks and aircraft onto the civilian market. This alone was cause for celebration, but then another analyst discovered that the Sheenish were offering disarmed, but otherwise complete militarised versions of the same equipment for sale. Almost immediately an operation was planned, and set into motion.
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Mike Cannon-Brookes sat comfortably in his office drinking from a cup of tea and looking out the window at a storm that was making it's way towards the city. Everything was peaceful, his business was booming since his (albeit forced) acquisition of the Yerkes Box Camera. However, his calm was disrupted when the doors to his office opened and two unfortunately familiar looking individuals entered.
"No, I'm not doing it." He said immediately, not even bothering to set his tea down.
"Mr Brookes, we haven't even said anything yet." Said the left agent.
"Yes, well I'm not doing it and you can't make me." Replied Brookes before picking up a file he had on his desk and beginning to read.
So there he was, two weeks later, on a ship steaming into port at the City of Sheen, at the behest of the M.S.I.A, grumbling all the way.
"I knew that it was too good to be true. I never should have worked for them in the first place..." He groaned as he prepared his luggage for disembarkation.
Almost as soon as he stepped onto the wharf, a man in drivers clothing approached him and asked "You are Mr Brookes yes?"
After Brookes signalled to the affirmative, the driver escorted him to a waiting vehicle, and began driving him to his hotel, and then on to the Admiralty building, to see one Admiral Lewis.
Nicholas Meyers, the head of the Military Security and Intelligence Agency sat at his desk reading. It had been a slow morning so far, with his only appointment having finished hours ago. He had just gotten to the interesting part when his door slammed open and one of his senior staff, James Holden, ran excitedly into the room.
Just outside, Evan Smith sat at his desk very confused. He knew as Director Meyers assistant that Mr Holden did not have an appointment but he had just ran straight past before he could react. Thoroughly miffed he was about to go back to filing when he suddenly heard Director Meyers yell quite loudly through the usually soundproof doors, "They are doing WHAT!?"
You see, some of the fine people at the Economics department of the Overseas Intelligence Section had just discovered that the Sadalers were selling demilitarised versions of both their most modern tanks and aircraft onto the civilian market. This alone was cause for celebration, but then another analyst discovered that the Sheenish were offering disarmed, but otherwise complete militarised versions of the same equipment for sale. Almost immediately an operation was planned, and set into motion.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Mike Cannon-Brookes sat comfortably in his office drinking from a cup of tea and looking out the window at a storm that was making it's way towards the city. Everything was peaceful, his business was booming since his (albeit forced) acquisition of the Yerkes Box Camera. However, his calm was disrupted when the doors to his office opened and two unfortunately familiar looking individuals entered.
"No, I'm not doing it." He said immediately, not even bothering to set his tea down.
"Mr Brookes, we haven't even said anything yet." Said the left agent.
"Yes, well I'm not doing it and you can't make me." Replied Brookes before picking up a file he had on his desk and beginning to read.
So there he was, two weeks later, on a ship steaming into port at the City of Sheen, at the behest of the M.S.I.A, grumbling all the way.
"I knew that it was too good to be true. I never should have worked for them in the first place..." He groaned as he prepared his luggage for disembarkation.
Almost as soon as he stepped onto the wharf, a man in drivers clothing approached him and asked "You are Mr Brookes yes?"
After Brookes signalled to the affirmative, the driver escorted him to a waiting vehicle, and began driving him to his hotel, and then on to the Admiralty building, to see one Admiral Lewis.
