james miller got married in vegas, baby! (jackthewheels) wrote in ourtrueselves, @ 2010-02-03 13:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | james miller, michael morgan |
who → Michael Morgan and James Miller
what → An appointment with the big guy. Metaphorically speaking.
when → Wednesday Morning
where → Camelot.
warnings → James swears?
status → Complete.
There's a few things that James Miller expects to do in the mornings. One of them was fuck around on the computer, chat to Sarah, assure his mother he'd been checked for STD's or even make himself a cup of coffee. As a rule, it didn't include skipping a country. At least, not when Sarah and death weren't involved. However, this morning was a little different. How he'd managed to get himself involved in this stuff he had no idea. He was sure, somehow, this was Sarah's fault, but it was so hard to blame her with she had legs like that. He had never been to the Camelot buildings. He was sure Camelot was just a cheesy porn film, but apparently not. That's how he ended up waiting on a birth-canal-mother-made appointment to see the fucking leader. His life was seriously becoming like a bad trip. He supposed it could be worse, though. He could have actually worn a suit. Fuck that! Michael’s morning had already been full of meetings and briefings about the current state of Camelot affairs. It turned out that when you missed some time due to almost dying the backlog of people that wanted to see you, as well as paperwork that needed signing was ridiculous and he could almost see the light at the end of the tunnel. One more meeting and he could spend the rest of the day actually doing something productive. Jacqueline had set up the meet, and although he didn’t really trust her (she had a tendency to screw everyone over) her guarantee that he’d want to take this meeting and the follow up e-mail of a rather good but basic plan had convinced him to talk to James. That and she’d given them more information about CORE in those five minutes than she had during the entire time she had ‘worked’ for them and he wasn’t about to pass up an opportunity to get even more. James’ invitation to Camelot had quickly followed. He was about the hit the button on the intercom before he remembered that Christian was abroad and he still hadn’t replaced his PA yet, so he winced slightly as he got up to open the door. “Hey, James? You can come in now.” James was slightly surprised to see someone come out of the room with an 'i've been shot' kind of wince'. It was surprising that he answered the door. Well, he guessed it was good to see that even people in technically terrorist organisations were being hit by the recession as well. Solidarity in times of need yadda yadda yadda. "Thanks," He said, standing up and heading inside. "I'll close the door myself if you want. Don't want you to pull stitches and bleed to death in the middle of this." Michael almost pouted, and was proud that he managed to hold the impulse back. “I can manage opening and closing a door. God, you people act like I’m the first person in the world to get shot and survive to tell the tale!” He was smiling though and carefully lowered himself into his chair. “But thanks. I keep meaning to get a new PA, but I’m crap at interviewing people.” He indicated for James to take a seat and then got out the printed out copy of The Plan with his scribbles all over it. He had to be honest, it needed work, but then plans like this should always need work. Being adaptable would be a plus, and having someone young and new to the whole situation could only help. It’s not like things could get much worse, was it? “It’s a good plan. Needs some work, but plans like this should always be fluid,” Michael said. “For a start we need to take the Agency problem more into account, they’re in control of the MTN which is a problem and they have all of their resources. But it also means we know where some of them are.” Which was a nice change. “So. How long do you think it’ll take to bring them down? Roughly?” Yeah, there was nothing like throwing the kid in at the deep end. "I have to admit, I don't know anyone who's been shot recently, so I have no idea what aftercare etiquette entails." James was sure he'd only disregard it anyway, so maybe that was a good thing. He took a seat and shifted slightly in it to try and make himself comfortable, but since that was pretty much impossible, he settled for taking a deep breath. "I'm not Doogie Howser, I knew there was going to be issues. I'm better at fleshing things out when I have a specific goal to work through, rather than just attacking everything en masse, but if I did that, it'd take twenty years." He stopped for a moment and tried to do the calculations in his head, thinking how it would work. "With the dependence on budget problems, staff, training, tech creation and administration and doing one to two major hits in a month and then finally doing a big ass one, I'd say somewhere between 8-10 months ought to do it." “There shouldn’t be any budget problems, as for everything else it will depend on the teams that’ll get put together. We’re thinking of reworking things into teams of two to five people with a specialist in something on each team. It’ll make it easier to do bimonthly hits on targets. I’ll just need an advance on where you want to hit before we set something up.” Yeah, throwing the kid in at the deep end was certainly what Michael was doing and it wasn’t about to end any time soon. He almost felt sorry for him. Almost. “You’ll have an unlimited budget and the ability to overview other departments and tell them what you need for this, as well as access to advisors and you’ll have a room here in case you need to stay overnight for work. We’ll probably rework some departments and put Jacqueline in charge of something, she’ll be able to help you out too.” Did he ever mention he was crap at interviews? “Welcome to Camelot. What do you think your first target should be?” James blinked, double taked and looked behind him to see if there was anyone he was obviously talking to because he couldn't be talking to him. He raised his eyebrows and finally said, "Are you...what? Can you reiterate that?" “You came up with the plan and it’s a good one, it’s one I want to put into action and I want you to head it up with our help.” Michael said. Maybe next time he should try not to overwhelm the newbie. “So you’ll be a project leader of sorts and will be able to direct how this is going. But with my authorisation and everyone’s advice, of course.” It was probably a little unfair to go this far and there had been the option of just taking the plan and keeping him out of it, but James was the first person to come to Michael with a well thought out plan to end the war. He couldn’t turn that down and he was curious to see what he’d come up with if kept very firmly in the loop. “So, did you have any thoughts on a first target or operation? Or do you need more time?” "You are aware I'm a twenty year old tech student from Albany?" James commented, gesturing to himself. "Now I'm the first one to hype the abilities I've got, but unless you want to hack something or blow shit up or follow someone through just about every camera in the world, I can do that. You want to scarper with another persons funds, I can do that. I know fuck all about being leader, so if I'm expected to do it, I hope there's going to be someone around who's a lot more diplomatic than I am." He really needed to stop, take stock and take a deep breath. "Ideally? I got a personal one. Logically? I'd say getting at least the MTN back should be a priority, considering without it, you're going to have a lot of grumpy people doing the rest of it with jetlag." “So we’ll need an Agency building, probably not HQ but close to it. Maybe the Cardiff or Edinburgh one. They’re big offices, but probably less looked over than the HQ and it’ll hit them hard as they’ve just taken the Agency. We’ll also get the MTN and cap replicate the tech and move it to other Camelot sites.” Michael agreed. There were other options too, smaller buildings like the one in Dublin or various small MTN out posts over the UK. Start big and work small, depending on who might agree to it. “We’ll need info on what the security’s like but that shouldn’t be too hard to get, and then we’ll put a team together.” There was more to it than that, but it was a good start. “You’re not expected to be diplomatic, that’s my job. You’re here to help us win and make sure they pay for what they’ve done. You’ll be a project leader, but that just means you get to tell people what to do. I’m here for morale and all that stuff. Nothing you need to worry about.” James had kind of wished he'd checked most of this over with she with the long legs and was then vaguely disturbed when he realised there were two of them. Well, no one could say he was oblivious to lifes ironies. "Hit the minimal security sounds...simplier. I'm not going to say easier. The most planning I've done before now involved digital worm armies guarding apples so starting simple is a little better." So it was telling people what to do? By most peoples standards, when it came to being a bossy prick, he was overqualified. "You sure about this?" Didn't hurt to ask, did it? "Cause once the genies out of the bottle, well, it's harder to get her to go back to the sofa." “There are a few outposts if we just want an MTN, if we want to hurt them then there are other options. I’ll get a list and the specs to you and you can take a look and pick one.” Michael said. There were a few options, and if they used a mixture of MTN tech and flying then it would make them harder to predict. “We are here to help, and we’ll make sure you don’t plan anything stupid. Don’t worry about it too much.” It was easy enough to tell him not to worry, but there would possibly be some opposition to the changes this would cause. Jacqueline would need an official position, which could mean moving people around in departments. It could be difficult, but he was the only one with a decent plan so it needed to happen. “I’m sure. You’re a part of this now, until you don’t want to be or they’re gone.” "Yeah, about that. I know you guys are basically," James lifted his hands to make quotation marks, "'The good guys," he dropped them again before continuing with, "But I do want the ever annoying JJ dead and not imprisoned, so if you have an issue with that, I suggest saying so now cause that's gonna be a problem." He nodded and stood up, "I need to talk to Sarah and a couple of other people about my own options, but yeah, as long as that's cool with you, I'll be a part of it until the bastards are dead." The subject of death with Camelot was a strange topic, he didn’t want to execute people – although he had - but there were just some who didn’t deserve to live for what they’d done to people. “As long as killing her doesn’t take priority over taking CORE down then I won’t have a problem with it. If she happens to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, well, these things happen.” Michael nodded, smiling. “That’s fine with me. I’ll forward you the information and then you can get back to me. Good to have you on board.” |