Taking care of business

[ctu_savior]

WHO: Import police officers and their various allies and consultants.
WHERE: Police Headquarters, Lower Manhattan.
WHEN: Throughout the day Saturday.
WARNINGS: Discussion of violence?
SUMMARY: The Import parts of the police force take advantage of time between apocalypses to sort out some daily business.
FORMAT: Whatever works.

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Meeting Thread

[ctu_savior]

Confession time: Jack didn't really know what the hell he was doing here. He was comfortable with authority and leadership, but this was more management. He was supposed to be a field agent, not preparing seats around a table for a staff meeting as though he was just working in an office. The room even looked like an ordinary conference room; none of the sleek high-tech urgency that had characterized the environment at CTU, just an ordinary table with ordinary chairs and less security than Jack was used to or happy with.

But this was the job he had to do now: he knew a meeting was necessary there were no other qualified Import officers to take the lead on this kind of thing. So he distributed the agenda, swept the room for bombs or listening devices (you could never be too careful), waited for everybody to show up, then took his place at the head of the table, dressed more nicely than usual. "All right," he said, trying not to let too much of a growl into his voice. "Let's get started."

[ooc: this is an open-format meeting, have

[latexspectre]

Laurie took a sip of her coffee and stared at the agenda that was being passed around, frowning at the long list before her. There was just so much to do and so few of them to do it. And with more cops being ported out every month and not being replaced, she was starting to get a bit disheartened.

"Item number one first, I'm assuming?" She crossed her arms, biting her lip. "Staff changes."

[ctu_savior]

Jack was also getting disheartened. There were a lot of names missing from the roster, a lot of friends. Losing his foster daughter among them hadn't exactly helped. He tried not to let it show.

"The most important change is losing the Red Queen," he said. "I've confirmed that she made preparations if she was ever Ported out. The super-jail is still being run by a program of hers, it's secure." He paused. This part was kind of odd for him. "Also, if anybody has any suggestions on what to do with a million dollars, I'd like to hear them." He'd already socked a lot of it away in his secret emergency account for if he ever had to flee the country, but there was still a lot more money than Jack was used to having.

[a_relative_hero]

Joel had made sure everyone had the right coffee and any other drinks they may have wanted before settling into his seat. He'd even grabbed some snacks for those that requested them. Superspeed made being an intern a lot easier. He frowned at the list of names, shaking his head slowly. Some days he really hated the Porter.

He blinked in surprise at the mention of money. "A million dollars, sir?" he was confused. "What sort of suggestions are you looking for?"

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[ctu_savior]

It was a long meting, and Jack would have needed to unwind a bit afterward even if he didn't have one of the most grueling training and fitness schedules on the force to maintain. Ordinarily he would go for an Army-style run then hit the range while his blood was still pumping like it would be in combat.

Today though, he was aware that people might want to talk to him after the meeting. So he rolled up his sleeves, took off his tie, and stepped up to the range. Then he began slamming pistol rounds through the head and heart of paper silhouette targets with grim, mechanical efficiency.

[spadassin]

Scathach had stayed out of most of the meeting talk; she had been there to familiarize herself with the scents of those on the police force. Having them all in the same room had simply made it easier. After that task had been completed, she had hung around mostly to speak with Jack. He was one of the few she would go out of her way to meet, if he asked. So once the meeting adjourned, she slipped away from the milling group of officers to follow him.

Despite her outfit, she felt that she had managed to follow him rather unnoticed. She watched quietly as he fired away, waiting until he finished a clip to step closer.

"Impressive."

[ctu_savior]

He turned to acknowledge her, then reloaded. "Thanks," he said. Jack hit the button to bring in his targets, whirring toward him on their ceiling rails. The holes clustered around their vital areas confirmed that if they were real people, they would be real bodies now.

"I wasn't expecting you at the meeting," he said as he looked them over. "You've never been much for the official side of things."

[spadassin]

Scathach smiled a bit as she watched him bring his targets home. His grouping was impressive, there was no doubt of that. He was a strong human, which was part of what drew her towards him. That and the fact that he was a human in a position of power. She just couldn't help herself.

A smirk made its way to her lips. "Certain things have... changed. Though I'm flattered you noticed."

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[sh_consulting]

[[ooc: setting up from Sherlock's conversation with Victoria. Also if anyone speaking to him could make sure they've filled out his permissions post I will be eternally thankful.]]

Sherlock hadn't been given a specific time of day to make his appearance, but he arrived fairly early anyway. The precinct seemed busier that it ought to be, on a Saturday, and Sherlock couldn't help but take mental notes on all the people he passed, coming up to the entrance.

He hadn't needed to write the man's name down. Captain Bauer. Now to find him.

[fliesacomet260]

Tonks is on her way to her desk. Her foot collides with a small trash bin and she does something between a stumble and skip. The trash bin goes scooting across the floor. She doesn't fall though! That's a relief.

She continues on her way, unphased by any other waste receptacle, but stops when she notices Sherlock standing there. "Can I help you?"

don't forget permissions plz :3

[sh_consulting]

He had seen the display from the corner of his eye, half rolling them, but when she approached he quickly shifted gears into a very practiced and casual friendly demeanor.

"Ah, yes. I am looking for Captain Bauer... I was contacted by Sergeant Victoria and was told to come today to speak to him about possible contract work."

He smiles.

"Sherlock Holmes."

[fliesacomet260]

"Ahh, the last I saw him he was heading down to the shooting range. I can go fetch him if you like."

She takes a step closer to him. Tonks gives him the once over. "Are you really?"

(( OOC: Permissions have been filled out here.

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[dontknowgray]

It was strange being a semi-known quantity. Some of these people had known him. Now he didn't know them at all. That was -- well, the City, one guessed, and something they'd all have to roll with.

But he was here, and it was best to at least get an idea of most the people he'd be working with.

[fliesacomet260]

Speaking of people he may or may not be working with...

Tonks walks up to Garrus with a warm smile on her face. "Wotcher! I don't think we've been properly introduced. I'm Tonks."

[dontknowgray]

"Garrus Vakarian," he said, giving her a nod. He went with the role of human custom, and offered a hand. His just had two fingers, though, and was in an armored glove.

[fliesacomet260]

It's going to be an awkward handshake but nevertheless Tonks accepts his offered hand. "It's nice to meet you Garrus. Whereabouts are you from?" It is Tonks' polite way of asking if he's an alien or not.

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[nottheanswers]

[Vic was satisfied to sit back and let the cops do what they would. He made notes as necessary, but didn't have much to offer himself. Most of those cards would be played more closely for now.]

[fliesacomet260]

[ Tonks thinks she recognizes Vic. She walks over to him. ]

Haven't we spoken before?

[nottheanswers]

[He studies her face a moment, trying to place it. Finally, with a flash of recognition, he smiles and offers his hand.]

Pigeons, right?

Vic Sage, I'm a freelancer.

[fliesacomet260]

[ Tonks thinks back. She suddenly brightens. ]

Yes! The pigeons. That was disgusting, yeah?

[ She accepts his hand. ]

Wotcher Vic. I'm Tonks, an officer.