(Fic) Job Too Deep (2/?)
Title: Job Too Deep (2/?)
Verse: G1 AU
Rating: PG
Warnings: None for this chapter
Characters/pairing: Jazz, various OC’s who are in important in the fact that they allow the plot to move forward
Putting up the next chapter of this. Still not entirely sure where this is going, but here is the next part. All comments and suggestions welcome.
"Jazz."
The Enforcer's head snapped up, meeting the gaze of the Praxian Chief. "Sir?" The formality would have grated any other time, but when he was playing a part it was an automatic and easy response.
"Come with me."
Jazz obeyed, curiosity growing as he followed the chief into his office and the mech closed the door behind them. When the door locked Jazz was instantly on his guard, visored gaze confirming the lay out of the office that he recalled from before and noting the presence of the other mech in the small room.
Detail, one of the mech's from the other night, and the assistant chief. The odds that they suspected him of anything were slim, and if they really thought he was a danger it would be very unwise of them to lock themselves in a room with someone they considered a danger. Hidden tension drained from him, though his level of vigilance only heightened in response.
The Chief took a seat behind his desk and motioned to the remaining free chair, an invitation Jazz chose to ignore as he waited for them to explain what this was all about. He hadn't been putting his feet up on the tables, but it wouldn’t surprise him if some of his fellow officers had found something else to complain about.
"The work you have done since your transfer has been exemplary." The chief commented.
Jazz could feel Detail observing his every movement, looking for something. The visored mech settled for inclining his head in polite acknowledgement. "Thank ya, sir."
"The reason listed here for transfer was…training?"
Jazz smiled, turning on the charm full blast. "Well sir, it was a chance to see somethin' else. So when the cross department transfer's came round again I jumped at the chance to move on."
The chief nodded. The difference in living standards between the cities was something that everyone knew but few acknowledged. No one with a completely functioning processor wanted to go to Kaon, while places like Iacon and Praxus were considered desirable locations. The Enforcer exchange had been implemented in hopes of improving relationships and cooperation between the various Enforcer units, as well as expose officers to different ways of doing things. Jazz wasn't the first officer they had through the exchange for Kaon. He was just the least troublesome one they had ever had to deal with.
Feet on the table was sparkling play.
"What if I said we were willing to make the transfer permanent?"
Jazz stood up straight in surprise. While it was not completely unheard of, permanent transfers were rare, and usually the result of some sort of service above and beyond the normal call of duty. Jazz had done his duty well and efficiently since his arrival, but he had certainly done nothing to warrant that kind of reward.
"It is a very temptin' offer, I 'ave to admit." Jazz countered, allowing his skepticism to show.
"Not free." Detail grunted.
Jazz had to bury the snarky comeback that flashed into his processor first, the mask of professionalism plastered firmly on his face. "I didn' expect it ta be, though a'fore I accept I'd like ta know the price."
"You will take on a top secret assignment. You will speak of it to no one. You will deny all knowledge of it's existence if confronted, and if the project comes to an end you forget that it ever existed."
Jazz took his time, making it look like he was giving the matter some serious thought, even though he had already made up his mind. He was sure this was the opportunity he had been waiting for, and there was no way in pit he was going to pass it up.
"I 'ave to accept afore you'll tell me what I'm doin'?"
"That is correct."
Jazz helm rocked from side to side, like he was still weighing the pro's and con's of the offer. "I accept."
"Very good. Detail will explain your new duties to you, and introduce you to your charge. He will also give you your new schedule. After today, this assignment is the only thing you need concern yourself with."
Recognizing that as a dismissal Jazz nodded and gave his 'entire' attention to the assistant chief.
Verse: G1 AU
Rating: PG
Warnings: None for this chapter
Characters/pairing: Jazz, various OC’s who are in important in the fact that they allow the plot to move forward
Putting up the next chapter of this. Still not entirely sure where this is going, but here is the next part. All comments and suggestions welcome.
"Jazz."
The Enforcer's head snapped up, meeting the gaze of the Praxian Chief. "Sir?" The formality would have grated any other time, but when he was playing a part it was an automatic and easy response.
"Come with me."
Jazz obeyed, curiosity growing as he followed the chief into his office and the mech closed the door behind them. When the door locked Jazz was instantly on his guard, visored gaze confirming the lay out of the office that he recalled from before and noting the presence of the other mech in the small room.
Detail, one of the mech's from the other night, and the assistant chief. The odds that they suspected him of anything were slim, and if they really thought he was a danger it would be very unwise of them to lock themselves in a room with someone they considered a danger. Hidden tension drained from him, though his level of vigilance only heightened in response.
The Chief took a seat behind his desk and motioned to the remaining free chair, an invitation Jazz chose to ignore as he waited for them to explain what this was all about. He hadn't been putting his feet up on the tables, but it wouldn’t surprise him if some of his fellow officers had found something else to complain about.
"The work you have done since your transfer has been exemplary." The chief commented.
Jazz could feel Detail observing his every movement, looking for something. The visored mech settled for inclining his head in polite acknowledgement. "Thank ya, sir."
"The reason listed here for transfer was…training?"
Jazz smiled, turning on the charm full blast. "Well sir, it was a chance to see somethin' else. So when the cross department transfer's came round again I jumped at the chance to move on."
The chief nodded. The difference in living standards between the cities was something that everyone knew but few acknowledged. No one with a completely functioning processor wanted to go to Kaon, while places like Iacon and Praxus were considered desirable locations. The Enforcer exchange had been implemented in hopes of improving relationships and cooperation between the various Enforcer units, as well as expose officers to different ways of doing things. Jazz wasn't the first officer they had through the exchange for Kaon. He was just the least troublesome one they had ever had to deal with.
Feet on the table was sparkling play.
"What if I said we were willing to make the transfer permanent?"
Jazz stood up straight in surprise. While it was not completely unheard of, permanent transfers were rare, and usually the result of some sort of service above and beyond the normal call of duty. Jazz had done his duty well and efficiently since his arrival, but he had certainly done nothing to warrant that kind of reward.
"It is a very temptin' offer, I 'ave to admit." Jazz countered, allowing his skepticism to show.
"Not free." Detail grunted.
Jazz had to bury the snarky comeback that flashed into his processor first, the mask of professionalism plastered firmly on his face. "I didn' expect it ta be, though a'fore I accept I'd like ta know the price."
"You will take on a top secret assignment. You will speak of it to no one. You will deny all knowledge of it's existence if confronted, and if the project comes to an end you forget that it ever existed."
Jazz took his time, making it look like he was giving the matter some serious thought, even though he had already made up his mind. He was sure this was the opportunity he had been waiting for, and there was no way in pit he was going to pass it up.
"I 'ave to accept afore you'll tell me what I'm doin'?"
"That is correct."
Jazz helm rocked from side to side, like he was still weighing the pro's and con's of the offer. "I accept."
"Very good. Detail will explain your new duties to you, and introduce you to your charge. He will also give you your new schedule. After today, this assignment is the only thing you need concern yourself with."
Recognizing that as a dismissal Jazz nodded and gave his 'entire' attention to the assistant chief.