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Meeting with the Boss

Posted on Wednesday August 16th, 2017 @ 1:12am by Commandant Ross Pearson & Field Commander Garrett Alder

Mission: Mission 1: Tallest Tower - Aftermath
Location: SDS - HQ

Col. Garrett Alder
Team Leader / Sniper
&
Commandant Ross Pearson
Company Owner

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“Good work.” He said as his new Team Leader entered the room. “The DEA are already finishing clearing the compound, and told you guys took out quite a few of them. You recovered the girl, and I’m told you recovered a fair bit of intel as well.”
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Garrett entered the office and settled in in front of the desk. “I have a good team, give us time and we’ll get even better.” He said knowing they’d only had a limited amount of time to train and work together. The longer they were around each other, the better they’d get.
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“Take a seat, Colonel.” Ross said motioning towards one of the chairs in front of his desk. He walked over to a liquor cabinet and returned a few moments later with two glasses both with an amber liquid in them. “We don’t operate on American soil often, so the times we do it’s important that we do well.” He said and slid one of the glasses across his desk towards Garrett.
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Garratt stopped the glass from sliding off the desk and picked it up. Scotch, not his drink of choice, but he wasn’t about to turn down a drink from his boss. “The girl is home safe, that’s the important thing.” He responded before taking a sip.
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“I don’t disagree.” Ross said before taking a sip of his own, “At least from your perspective. Don’t get me wrong. The girl is important, and I’d have sent the entire company down on that compound if I’d had to. But I also must worry about the business, and results like this are good for business.” He took his seat as he said this.
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Garrett understood where he was coming from. He was a politician, and a business man. They had to worry about the bottom line. Garrett always got the impression that to people like that, everyone else was just statistics. But it had to be that way. He knew from experience that getting close to your men made it harder to send them to their deaths, which seemed to happen more often than it should. “I understand, sir.” He said and took another sip from the glass.
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“Glad to hear it.” Ross said and set his glass down. “I want to be sure that those in this company never lose faith in my ability to run it, or that I have their best interest at heart.” He smiled.
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Garrett finished his scotch and set the glass down and simply nodded by way of response.
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“I’ve had a small bonus sent to your team for doing such a good job. Have them take a few days off and enjoy themselves. The lab techs will go over the intel you gathered, hopefully it’ll lead us to another job. The DEA seems to be anxious to keep our momentum.”
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Garrett stood, “Thank you, Sir. I’m sure the team will appreciate it.”
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Ross wasn’t sure if the Colonel didn’t like him, or just didn’t like being with the brass in particular, but it was pretty obvious he was wanting to leave. “Don’t let me keep you Colonel. Go, Relax, Rest.”
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“Thank you, Sir.” With a nod of his head, he turned and departed the office.
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