Jeremy Gates // Adrian Veidt // Ozymandias (king_of_kings) wrote in ourtrueselves, @ 2009-12-22 09:44:00 |
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Who: Jeremy Gates and unidentified CORE Operative
What: Bullet-catching doesn't work if they shoot you in the back
When: Monday Night
Where: Jeremy's office in Cambridge, MA
Professor Gates' office looked, more or less, like the office of any other Harvard professor. Piles of books and papers stood like monuments on the vast wooden desk and around the room. A large, plain calender on the wall was filled with a precisely detailed schedule written in neat copperplate script. If the office was unique in any ways they were that it was rather more scrupulously organized than most, it boasted more high tech equipment than you would expect a history professor to require, and it was, at the moment, occupied.
It was the longest night of the year. The Winter Solstice held great symbolic significance, historically, for many cultures. Even in modern cultures winter gatherings around this time would provide emotional comfort and a point of brightness in the darkest time of the year. This particular longest night, however, would find Jeremy putting in another long night in his office. He'd caught up on all of the university business there was. Even having missed some days in order to visit Camelot's headquarters there wasn't a lot going on since the students were on winter break. What he was putting in long hours on was his other, more important, job.
Two LCD screens on the walls and the large monitor illuminated the room. Their screens divided into grids displaying images from around the world. Global news footage, cameras placed by Camelot spies, other surveillance cameras they'd negotiated legitimate access to, and others to which the feeds had been hacked. From this desk, Jeremy could see the world. He just
watched for awhile, outwardly passive while his mind observed and analyzed every situation. Now and then he would add something to one of the many logs and files displayed on the computer's secondary monitor.
Gates was, by this point, used to being in control and being aware of everything around him. He also believed that he was ready for anything. He'd considered every complex scenario and every situation in which someone might plot against him. His surveillance included his own locations, all the back and side entrances. The glass of his office was reinforced. He knew how to handle himself in a fight and Adrian had even led him to believe that he was nearly bullet proof. As it is said though, pride commeth before the fall.
He had over-thought things, and in doing so forgot about the simplest possibilities. A bribed campus security guard, a looped camera feed, a woman dressed all in black waiting in the hallway outside his office. As soon as he stepped out the door there was a gun pressed to the back of his head and a single shot. No time to react and no time for the smartest man in the world to think. No more time for anything.