Posted June 30, 2021, 10:42 a.m. by Gamemaster Alias Smith N. Jones, Esq. (Gamemaster) (James Sinclair)
“But we have the perfect opportunity! If we don’t move, that window is gonna slam shut and we may never get the chance again! I say-“
“We don’t have enough information. No surveillance, no data mining, nothing. To try and do an operation is wholly illogical and-“
“We are still processing evidence from the rescue site. It will take months to get through all of that-“
“I don’t care! We have to get this done now! We may never-“
“You better care! These are lives at stake! And who are we to demand-“
“We have been breached through our own indifference and lack of attention. If anyone should risk themselves, it should be-“
“All of you are missing the point! We simply have to-“
The eight figures on either side of the table argued back and forth for several more minutes. It was obvious where they stood, and the figure seated at the head of the table simply sat and listened. Finally, as the cacophony of voices reached a level that was almost painful and the figure cleared their throat and the room fell silent.
“I have sat here, …” the figure began by saying, “… listening to each of tell each other why we should or shouldn’t do something… anything… about the breach of our organization. And while you have all spoken with passion and logic, I have yet to hear and actual plan. And as you have all had ample time to try and come up with one… and apparently failed miserably… I will put a plan in place.” and the figure, a human woman in her late fifties perhaps, stood up and straightened her red Star Fleet uniform. “This is no longer an Intelligence matter. I will be assigning the appropriate staff myself. You are all excused.”
A parade of blank stares and open mouths greeted her, and then all the individuals at the table erupted and tried speaking at once. The woman raised her hand and motioned gently for silence, and when the room was quiet she said “Only one of you made any sense. That person took responsibility for the breach on behalf of your organization, ladies and gentlemen. And as I agree that the blame resides with you, I will not be utilizing you to see where the damage is and try to repair it. I have made my decision. You are welcome to complain to whomever you want, but as you are all aware I have the final say. And my final say is this will be handled with an outside organization. Dismissed, all.” and the door to the conference room opened and the assembled figures rose and departed.
As the door closed, the woman sat down and pinched the bridge of her nose for a moment while squeezing her eyes shut. Finally, she took a breath and then tapped her desk, opening a channel.
=/\= Admiral, nice to see you. I need to ask you for some rather unorthodox help. =/\=
A voice on the other side said =/\= Well, you know me. Unorthodox is my middle name. =/\=
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