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{{a|opcoboone|}}The eighteen-wheeler rumbled on through the desert, flanked by a pair of [[COO]] gunships.  
{{a|opcoboone|}}The eighteen-wheeler rumbled on through the desert, flanked by a pair of [[COO]] gunships.  


Senior Operations Officer [[Heinrich Schweiner]] set his jaw, his gimlet eye fixed on the horizon. Right now, the rig was handling ''real'' nice. ''Sweet ride'', he thought. But with seventy tons of state-of-the-art ultra-[[modernist]] [[Middle-management|mano-tech]] under the hood, you’d expect that. This baby practically drove herself. Schweiner collected himself. He was tense; on high alert — but ''calm''.  
Senior Operations Officer [[Heinrich Schweiner]] set his jaw, his gimlet eye fixed on the horizon. Right now, the rig was handling ''real'' nice. ''Sweet ride'', he thought. But with seventy tons of state-of-the-art ultra-[[modernist]] [[Middle-management|mano-tech]] under the hood, you’d expect that. This baby practically drove itself.  


Schweiner blinked to bring up the [[MIS]] radar feed in his HUD. The [[MIS]] feed swept a sixty-five degree field, left and right.  
Schweiner was tense; on high alert — but ''calm''. He blinked to bring up the [[MIS]] feed in his head-up display. It swept a sixty-five degree field, left and right. The [[RAG indicator]]s read green across the board: optimal — just a couple of minor blips, 300 yards out, at 40 degrees from true.  


The [[RAG indicator]]s read green across the board: optimal — just a couple of minor blips, 300 yards out, at 40 degrees from true.
Schweiner picked up the intercom. “You seein’ these, Bugsy?”


Schweiner growled into the intercom. “You seein’ these, Bugsy?”  
“On the [[MIS]]? Yeah, boss, I’m seein’ ’em,” Bugsy was Brooklyn-tough. Schweiner dug his earthy attitude. “A couple of doc jocks, I think. All cool.”


“On the [[MIS]]? Yaaah, boss, I’m seein’ ’em,” Bugsy was Brooklyn-tough. Schweiner dug his earthy attitude. “They’re just a couple of doc jocks, I think. All cool.”
Schweiner screwed in the ESPER scope and brought up a video feed. Sure enough: two [[negotiator]]s lumbering awkwardly around an execution memo. Youngsters. No real threat at this distance, but Schweiner knew it narked Bugsy, all the same.  


Schweiner screwed in the scope and brought up a video feed. Sure enough: two [[negotiator]]s were ambling distractedly around an execution memo. Youngsters. No threat at this distance, but Schweiner could tell it narked Bugsy all the same.
“Want me to clear ’em out, Schweiner?”


“Wanna clear them out, Schweiner?”  
Schweiner shrugged. “We’re all good, aren’t we, Bugsy?”  


Schweiner shrugged. “Nah, we’re all good, Bugsy.”
“According to policy 230823.913 revision nine they count has hostiles. It’s no trouble, boss-man. Seriously.” Bugsy loved to throw the book. He had a wild streak — hell, most uniform bulls in legal ops did: the [[chief double-oh]] encouraged it. But this was no reluctant policy compliance matter for Operating Officer Cadet [[Walter N. Buggs]], [[MBA|M.B.A.]] (Insead). This was ''job satisfaction''.  


“It’s no trouble, boss-man. Seriously.” Bugsy had a wild streak. Most uniform bulls in legal ops did: the [[chief double-oh]] encouraged it. This was no reluctant performance of duty for Operating Officer Cadet [[Walter N. Buggs]], [[MBA|M.B.A.]] (Insead). This was ''job satisfaction''. “Ahh, hang it. Why the hell not?”  
“Ahh, hang it, Bugs. Why the hell not? Go on: light ’em up.”  


Bugsy’s ack-ack let rip — it lit up the [[GMSLA]] guy like a candle. Bugsy whooped. “[[SOX]] attest ''that'' my litte paisan! Ha-ha!”  
Bugsy’s ack-ack let rip — the [[GMSLA]] guy went up like a candle. Bugsy whooped. “[[SOX]] attest ''that'' my litte paisan! Ha-ha!”  


Bugsy blammed out another — this one a lame-ass two-way [[confi]] — just for the hell of it. It was a weak round — not usually fatal at distance but it it was a true shot and caught the [[futures]] guy square on elections schedule. He squealed, turning circles while his [[escalation]] circuits crackled and burned. Three rotations, and they smoked out. The [[FIA]] jockster conked out and crashed face-down in the sand, little green flames licking at his annex.  
Bugsy blammed out a second: a lame-ass two-way [[confi]] flare. It was a weak round — not usually fatal at such a distance but enough to scare off mercenaries. But it was a true shot and caught the [[futures]] guy square on elections schedule. He squealed. He turned tight circles. His [[escalation]] circuits crackled, popped and burned and smoked out. The jockster conked out and crashed, face-down in the sand, little green flames licking around his his annex.  


“Yee-hah!”  
“Yee-hah!” Bugsy’s turret retracted.


Schweiner re-blinked up the [[MIS]] readout in his head-up display. It flatlined.  
Schweiner re-blinked up the [[MIS]] readout in his head-up display. Flatline.  


“That’ll do, Bugsy, you mad bastard,” Schweiner chuckled. “Confirmed kills. Chalk up the [[KPI]]s and let’s get those portfolios reassigned to [[School-leaver from Bucharest|Bucharest]] [[toot-sweet]].”
“That’ll do, Bugsy, you mad bastard,” Schweiner chuckled. “Confirmed kills. Chalk up the [[KPI]]s and let’s get those portfolios reassigned to [[School-leaver from Bucharest|Bucharest]] [[toot-sweet]].”
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“On it, boss.”  
“On it, boss.”  


Bugsy called them in on the encrypted two-way comlink. He rocked the sing-song ham radio chit-chat idiom. “Central control, this is KPI-Delta-One-Niner filing our hourly [[stakeholder]] check-in, do you copy, over?”  
Bugsy called them into to [[Chief double-oh|C double-oh]] on the encrypted two-way comlink. Bugsy rocked the sing-song ham radio chit-chat idiom. “Central control, this is KPI-Delta-One-Niner filing our hourly [[stakeholder]] check-in, do you copy, over?”  


“KPI-Delta-One-Niner, this is Central Control: we read you loud and clear, Bugsy. Go ahead, over.”
Cadet Blitzer staffed the mic back at the double-oh HQ. “KPI-Delta-One-Niner, this is Central Control: we read you loud and clear, Bugsy. Go ahead, over.”


A static burst shook the set. Bugsy punched in. “Central Control, this is KPI-Delta-One-Niner: the coast is clear. Repeat: The coast is clear. We cleared out a couple of junior bogeys — stats to follow. We are fully operationalised and all systems go, Request go for [[playbook]].” 
A static burst shook the set. Bugsy punched in. “Central Control, this is KPI-Delta-One-Niner: Top of the morning Blitzer. We are reporting the coast is clear. Repeat: The coast is clear.  


“KPI-Delta-One-Niner, this is Central Control: you are confirmed go for operation [[playbook]].” The CB operator’s tone turned familiar. “Rock that house, Schweiner, you crazy sum ’bitch. Central Control — out.”
“Ten-four bugsy. You seeing any action”


Schweiner punched in. “That’s an A.O.K., Blitzer, my man. We are gunning in for final approach. We’ll be home by five: put the beers on ice. KPI-Delta-One-Niner — over and out.”
Roger that, Blitz. We just cleared out a couple of junior bogeys — stats to follow. We are fully operationalised and all systems go, Request go for [[playbook]].” 
 
“KPI-Delta-One-Niner, you are confirmed go for operation [[playbook]].” Blitzer’s tone turned familiar. “Rock that house, Schweiner, you crazy sumbitch. Central Control — out.”
 
Schweiner punched in. “That’s an A.O.K., Blitzer, my man. We are gunning in for final approach. We’ll be home by five: put the beers on ice. This KPI-Delta-One-Niner — over and out.”


Schweiner checked the clock. They were making good time. The payload was primed. Speed was steady. ''There would be dogfights later; let’s keep the gang loose for now.''  
Schweiner checked the clock. They were making good time. The payload was primed. Speed was steady. ''There would be dogfights later; let’s keep the gang loose for now.''  
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