The brave men and women of the GCHQ, here to save the world. They have a unique empowerment from gthe highest reaches of the great modernist machine. James Bond’s famous licence to kill, but — let’s face facts — there is only so much you can do with that. Once you have bumped off Scaramanga that’s really that. But whereas the poor negotiators — really, the brave footsoldiers of legal practice in our modern world, however hotly the eaglery denies it — have constraints on the degree of perversity they can bring to their task: they have metrics, service level agreements, KPIs — all manner of ornate modernist fripperies by which their overlords can impel them to carry on, propelling them to find solutions, make accommodations, engineer compromises and basically box on — the Eagle Squad member has no such constraint. She can resist a sovereign immunity waiver from an industrial corporate having no particular association with any State indefinitely, on principle, with no second-guessing and cajoling from the cheap-suits in Sales. This is ineffable legal stuff; the risks of compromise passeth all muggle comprehending, and that is that. Our Legal Squad has not a licence to kill so much as a licence to die in a ditch.
The JC puts on his pith-helmet, grabs his butterfly net and a rucksack full of marmalade sandwiches, and heads into the concrete jungleIndex: Click ᐅ to expand:
