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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 herself. Schweiner collected himself. He was tense; on high alert — but ''calm''. | ||
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 blinked to bring up the [[MIS]] radar feed in his HUD. The [[MIS]] feed 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. | ||
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Schweiner growled into the intercom. “You seein’ these, Bugsy?” | Schweiner growled into the intercom. “You seein’ these, Bugsy?” | ||
“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.” | “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 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. | 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. | ||
“Wanna clear them out, Schweiner? It’s no trouble.” | |||
Schweiner shrugged. “Nah, we’re all good, Bugsy.” | Schweiner shrugged. “Nah, we’re all good, Bugsy.” | ||
Bugsy had a wild streak. Most uniform bulls in legal ops | Bugsy had a wild streak. Most uniform bulls in legal ops did: the chief encouraged it. This was no reluctant performance of duty for Authorised Operating Officer Walter N. Buggs, [[MBA|M.B.A.]] (Insead). This was ''job satisfaction''. “Ahh, hang it. Why the hell not?” | ||
Bugsy’s gunship let rip — it lit up the GMLSA guy like a candle. Bugsy whooped. | Bugsy’s gunship let rip — it lit up the [[GMLSA]] guy like a candle. Bugsy whooped. “[[SOX]] attest ''that'' my litte paisan! Ha-ha!” | ||
Bugsy blammed out another — a lame-ass two-way [[confi]] — just for the hell of it. It was a weak round — not usually fatal at that distance but it caught the futures guy square on his control panel. He squealed, turning circles while his [[escalation]] circuits crackled and burned. Three rotations, and they smoked. | Bugsy blammed out another — a lame-ass two-way [[confi]] — just for the hell of it. It was a weak round — not usually fatal at that distance but it caught the [[futures]] guy square on his control panel. He squealed, turning circles while his [[escalation]] circuits crackled and burned. Three rotations, and they smoked. The [[FIA]] jockster conked out and crashed face-down in the sand. | ||
“Yee-hah!” | “Yee-hah!” | ||
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. It flatlined. | ||
“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]].” | “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]].” | ||
“On it, boss.” <br>Bugsy called up Operations HQ on the encrypted two-way | “On it, boss.” <br>Bugsy called up Operations HQ 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?” | ||
“KPI-Delta-One-Niner, this is Central Control: we copy you loud and clear, Bugsy. Go ahead, over.” | “KPI-Delta-One-Niner, this is Central Control: we copy you loud and clear, Bugsy. Go ahead, over.” | ||
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“Boone? Boone! Do you read me?” | “Boone? Boone! Do you read me?” | ||
Boone looked at his wrist comm. | Boone looked at his wrist-comm. | ||
“Boone! Respond as a priority!” | “Boone! Respond as a priority!” | ||