(Untitled)

[renevatio]

Whitmore practically skips to Merrick's office. He's elated, relieved, thrilled that the worst part of the ordeal is over, and that the problem -- if there is still one, which there shouldn't be, beyond some rudimentary coverups -- is safely in his PR team's hands

Comments

[johnmerrickphd]

Merrick hasn't been able to sleep the past few nights. He's snapped at his assistants and nearly brought some of his female employees to tears. There has also been a particular sadistic pleasure in delivering each product...personally.

All of it evaporating the minute that Whitmore skips through his door like a dog with the proverbial and sought after sunday paper.

His mouth opens and closes as he puts down his glass of Sherry and studies Whitmore behind tented fingers, a bit unsure, "You're certain?" What the bloody hell do I ask in this situation?, "I want details."

This would involve personal appearances, public meetings behind closed doors...
He hated it.

[renevatio]

"Oh, they're bringing in the product as we speak," Whitmore gushes, closing the door. "I mean, Six-Echo's been shot, but we'll see what we can do. Two-Delta's still at large, but we've got another team combing the neighborhood for her. She's little, she can't have gone far." He holds out one hand placatingly. "Now, that's the bad news. But that's all the bad news in one dose. The media spin's going picture perfectly, and no one's implicated Mr. Lincoln in any of it."

[johnmerrickphd]

"The job's obviously not complete as long as Two-Delta's still at large, and as long as the client is still in need of our services." Merrick growled, "What have you done about Sarah Jordan's family?"

"May I remind you-" He could already see the potential "shitstorm" as the common venacular put it, "That the Non-Disclosure agreement that they signed with us is void if they fail to deliver?"

Synapses connected far too late for the beleagered and tired scientist and he stands, looking ready to throttle whitmore, "What the hell do you mean he was shot?!?"

[renevatio]

"You're not listening to me," Whitmore soothes. "I said it was under control, didn't I? Two-Delta's on foot somewhere in Lincoln's gated community. Our boys are stationed at every street corner and are watching every point of entry and all along the waterfront. It's been two hours; it can't be much longer.

"As for Sarah Jordan, we haven't failed until she does, mmkay? There's still plenty of time to retrieve the product and get it to her."

He waves with one free hand. "Oh, you know -- the clone was trying to convince the policeman that he was the sponsor too. But he was still wearing the ID tag on his wrist, so the officer incapacitated him."