πΉπΆβπΆπ (hazelings) wrote in commandhq, @ 2018-03-17 22:12:00 |
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Hazel wasn't sure what she expected when she arrived at Limbo. Leaving South Dakota wasn't a big issue, while she felt like she'd bonded with some of her agents, she understood that the more stable and structured hand of a Senior Handler would do them well; Travis had been at South Dakota for a while, the agents knew him, knew his record and could trust him. Leaving them in his care and overwatch was something she felt comfortable with, enough that she wouldn't even pester her friends there to check up on things. And Limbo was the next step for her. The plan was to work with a new set of agents, a new partner and aim towards her own promotion, get her merits, make sure the agents were taken care of, trained, healthy. It wasn't just about fulfilling missions and doing a job for her, and she hoped it was a similar mindset for her partner. Reading the files on the plane ride from Dakota to Washington allowed her a general scope of what the agents on her team were capable of, a vague awareness of their background and circumstances, but talking to someone who knew them, who'd trained with them and seen them in action was the only way to properly shape that opinion. And Hazel wanted to talk to them. She'd already put her belongings in her room, her other items shipping in separately from Dakota to the base, later she'd figure out the area, work out the surroundings and what she needed to know about her new locale, but first thing was tracking down Michael Winter and working out how well they were going to get along to do this. Thankfully, tracking him down wasn't hard, and Hazel wasn't afraid of launching into things head first; no point in tiptoeing around when it was easier to rip off the bandaid and go for it. "Mr Winter?" It looked like the replica of her previous space, and that, well, that didn't surprise her either -save for the debris around this on. "I'm Hazel Dagan, I've been transferred in to partner with your team here at Limbo." The names bothered her, could they have thought of anything less original? At least they were sticking with the theme. "I was hoping we could jump right in, but if it's a bad time, I can come back later?" She didn't especially want to; although a shower and a nap would be good she didn't really want to lose the time it would cost her. If she was up to speed by Monday she could just slip right back in to her schedule. Her mother always laughed at how she preferred a regimented life, how weekends left her feeling out of sorts and afloat without a plan, how a daily layout of the hours of her day and timetable for activities grounded her. But organisation wasn't something to laugh and, and Hazel liked having all of her ducks in a row, a nice, neat row. |