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Post by Tomahawk on Mar 14, 2005 16:11:36 GMT
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Post by Tomahawk on Apr 14, 2005 7:10:37 GMT
SEGWAY…
Several days had passed, and still Chuck had heard nothing about his missing assistant. Like a splinter in the back of his mind, it lingered there, annoying and agitating him, making it difficult to focus on the task at hand. Sure, he’d already studied the stack of manuals on other technological gizmos the Agency already had out there, but even this didn’t bring him the pleasure it usually did. In that meanwhile, he’d worked as far ahead on his project as he could without the precious Vibranium which he required, and was beginning to wonder if he would ever be able to finish when he received a note stating that his presence was requested by Director Jameson himself. Grabbing up a stack of notes and schematics that Chuck was pretty sure the Director would be wanting to see, he made his way up to his office.
The Director’s office was in a state Chuck had never seen it in before- a rather chaotic disarray. It was immediately apparent that something was wrong- or perhaps, many things were wrong all at once- and even as Jameson motioned him inside, he continued his phone conversation. Chuck stood patiently close to the Director’s desk, and tried to pretend like he wasn’t listening in- not that only hearing half of a conversation made much sense anyhow, but still- and he casually glanced about the room, waiting to be addressed. One thing which did catch his eye, however, was a portion of a file sticking out under a stack of other paperwork close to the edge of the desk, where he could make out “Lohrman, L.” along with the beginnings of a tell-tale red “Classified” stamp.
“All of them? What about 27? Whaddaya mean no connection? Well, what other scenarios are we looking at. No, no, no- What about… Ok, call me later. (click)”<br> “So, Chuck, sorry about the delay. As you can see, things are a bit… stressful at the moment. What I needed to know from you right away is just how far along you are with your project, how you’ve gotten along with that ‘light reading’ I gave you, and just how good of a techno-wiz you really are.”<br> Chuck began to answer, but before the first word could even make it’s way out of his mouth Jameson’s phone rang again, and with a heavy sigh, he picked it up, saying,
“Excuse me, again. (into the phone) Yes? WHAT?! No, that’s not going to work. Well find them…”
As he continued his tirade against the unseen on the other end of the line he began pacing slightly, looking out of his large picture window as he spoke, with his back turned to Chuck and his desk.
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Post by Madclergy on Apr 14, 2005 20:54:01 GMT
It was alright that the Director had turned his chair because it gave Chuck a chance to move the papers on his desk only slightly to be able to see the classified file a little more.
He still held the schematics and notes, awkwardly, in his left hand as he nudged at the papers making sure not to knock down the pile.
"Grand, now I really am a field agent. Take opportunities when they are presented. If the agency is not going to tell me where she went, I will find out on my own."
Chuck almost had it, only 2 more inches till he could see the relocation tab on the paper. Then something happened, almost in slow motion for Chuck out of the corner of his eye he could see the director swivel his chair back around to face him.
Without thinking Chuck threw the schematics and faked the best way he could, tripping over his own feet; landing flat on his face.
"Oh my, I hope he believes I was just being clumsy..."
Chuck began to scramble to his feet and collect his notes and schematics doing his best not to look to frantic.
"Sorry bout that I will just clean this up, please continue speaking"
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Post by Tomahawk on Apr 15, 2005 7:45:28 GMT
As the Director spun around to see what sort of chaos was taking place in his office, he slammed his knee directly into the edge of the desk.
“Ow! Dang #&%$!!” he exclaimed, even as the kinetic energy from his forceful blow against the desk resulted in a vibrational pulse sent throughout the desk itself, seeking the path of least resistance through which it might find it’s eventual release- and that was in the stack of files and paperwork already perilously perched on the edge. Almost in slow motion, even as Chuck uttered his apologies and was getting himself back to his feet, a cascade of files and paperwork- including the mysterious “lohrman file” descended upon the floor where Chuck had been.
“DRAGON!” Director Jameson fumed, looking at the disaster his office had become. “Wha-? Whe-? Heh-?” he sputtered, speechless, motioning at the papers and files laying everywhere. He placed his left hand over his eyes and leaned his elbow on the desk.
“This is just not my day… Ok Chuck, look- I called you in here for some simple information. Number one- how far along are you on your project? Number two- How far along are you in informing yourself over the tech devices I sent you the schematics for, and possibly most important at this point- just how good, honestly, of a Tech-Wiz are you?”<br> The Director fixed him with a rather wearied stare of a man who’d not seen much sleep for several nights, and was probably under more stress than Chuck cared to imagine.
“Well??” he said impatiently, awaiting Chuck’s reply.
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Post by Madclergy on Apr 16, 2005 0:22:54 GMT
Chuck noted the weariness of the director as he picked up a few of the papers and replaced them on the directors desk then finally settled in the chair.
"The project has been taken as far as it can without the vibranium, we will not know how far we are until we finally piece it together at the end. As for the high tech devices, I have pretty well covered all of them." Chuck stopped, it was the last question that caused this
"How good of a tech wiz am I?" Chuck finished his thoughts with a modest answer.
"Well sir, honestly I may be the best you have"
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Post by Tomahawk on Apr 18, 2005 8:01:06 GMT
Jameson fixed him with a steady, serious stare, intently searching the alien's composure and mannerisms for any sign that he may be exaggerating, or in some way not telling him the full truth. Content that everything was on the up-and-up, he addressed Chuck saying,
"Good, that's what I wanted to hear. Don't go too far away, Chuck- we're going to be giving that Techno Wizard brain of yours a workout here soon enough- in the field. Do me a favor, grab the rest of those papers that fell off the desk and get your schematics together. Have Susan give you an in-house pager; I'll be beeping ya when we've got the mission spec'd out. Now, I've got alot of work to do in the meanwhile. Thanks for coming on short notice, and thanks for your time. Dismissed."
That having been said, he turned his attention once again to a memo, and picked up the phone.
"Section 5. Jameson here. Yeah- That I know already..."
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Post by Madclergy on Apr 19, 2005 1:19:35 GMT
Chuck put what little papers he had gathered after he fell onto the chair and proceeded to pick up the rest. It wasn't long until he came across Lindsey's file. "Man I hate being the good guy" As gently as he could he slipped the file onto the tower that was now, once again, Director Jameson's desk. Then quietly he gathered up his schematics and exited the room. Chuck's mind now raced, before he had been picking up the papers and setting them nicely on the desk; but now he was clear to recap the fact that the Director had clearly stated.. "In the field? But I just field tested yesterday and barely passed. Still, I am curious as to what they will be having me do. Surely they wouldn't intrust me with going and getting the Vibranium with a team. I wonder what all those files were..spring cleaning?"Chuck proceeded to Susan's desk and with a smile, politely requested one of the pagers Jameson had mentioned. Then with a vague idea as to what field agents do in there spare time in between missions he slowly made his way back to his room where he made himself and icecream sunday, with extra whip cream on top. Chuck had just finished washing up the dishes from the sunday when his pager began to violently vibrate on his hip. Reaching down with soap covered hands Chuck pulled up the message screen for the small communication device, the message read.. "Meet Now, Briefing room" Without even drying his hands Chuck took off out the door only grabbing his coat from the rack and with his voice locked the door using the device he had installed only a month before. "Off we go Chuck, into never never land; someplace I hoped never to have to go"
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