Erica
Shiny Browncoat
Corporal Tyler donned a thin but understanding smile at Xavier’s stammering apology. He took her hint to heart; that was sufficient. Her son wasn’t that much younger than Xavier, although she tried not to let that color her perspective. “You can call me ‘Corporal’, or ‘Tyler’ or ‘Ma’am’, or simply greet me with a respectful hello. I suspect the other women on your new team will appreciate the same.
“And for the record: when I’m mad, you’ll know it.” She motioned toward the disk with a nod. “Your appointment is at 1400. I can probably have the results by then.”
Even when attempting an open conversation, Carter’s posture remained immaculate, starting with his squared shoulders. It didn’t matter that he was open-minded (or thought he was): he couldn’t make that seep into his musculature. Years of attempting it had proven that over and over again.
Dolos’ anger started out more subdued than Carter had expected. Then again, he didn’t know much about the man aside from what was in his file. Dolos’ mutter was on par with what he had seen so far. The direct and somewhat surly questions were more revealing. Unfortunately, Carter didn’t have a lot of answers for the man. He hadn’t been part of selecting the team. The assignment had been handed to him, with Dolos as a late addition. And although he had a general idea of the kinds of missions Project Atlas undertook, the first mission was still yet to be revealed to him; a point he intended to discuss with the Colonel later.
With no good answers to provide, he took a different approach. “I won’t bullshit you. This is a cell, just one where the work program is more… creative. But I can tell you that the offer is legitimate. Atlas was founded in the belief that metahumans are capable of good as much as evil. Someone is betting you’ll choose good, and I’m backing their play.
“As for what I expect of you, you’re doing it. Be straight with me, work with the team. Make yourself useful. Yes, you may be asked to serve as a Trojan Horse. Personally, I don’t think that’s all your good for. Idiots don’t survive as con men as long as you have.” He paused briefly before motioning to the badge in Dolos’ hand. “The badge and the restriction against accessing systems are relatively invisible.” He didn’t elaborate; Dolos would be treated fairly and have a chance to move from being odd-man-out to a contributor. If he so chose. And he was smart enough to recognize that, whether he was stating it aloud or not. “Show me that you’re willing to make an effort. Or are you serious about wanting to go back to prison? If so, tell me now. I don’t have time to waste on someone who’s going to hurt my team.”
“And for the record: when I’m mad, you’ll know it.” She motioned toward the disk with a nod. “Your appointment is at 1400. I can probably have the results by then.”
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Even when attempting an open conversation, Carter’s posture remained immaculate, starting with his squared shoulders. It didn’t matter that he was open-minded (or thought he was): he couldn’t make that seep into his musculature. Years of attempting it had proven that over and over again.
Dolos’ anger started out more subdued than Carter had expected. Then again, he didn’t know much about the man aside from what was in his file. Dolos’ mutter was on par with what he had seen so far. The direct and somewhat surly questions were more revealing. Unfortunately, Carter didn’t have a lot of answers for the man. He hadn’t been part of selecting the team. The assignment had been handed to him, with Dolos as a late addition. And although he had a general idea of the kinds of missions Project Atlas undertook, the first mission was still yet to be revealed to him; a point he intended to discuss with the Colonel later.
With no good answers to provide, he took a different approach. “I won’t bullshit you. This is a cell, just one where the work program is more… creative. But I can tell you that the offer is legitimate. Atlas was founded in the belief that metahumans are capable of good as much as evil. Someone is betting you’ll choose good, and I’m backing their play.
“As for what I expect of you, you’re doing it. Be straight with me, work with the team. Make yourself useful. Yes, you may be asked to serve as a Trojan Horse. Personally, I don’t think that’s all your good for. Idiots don’t survive as con men as long as you have.” He paused briefly before motioning to the badge in Dolos’ hand. “The badge and the restriction against accessing systems are relatively invisible.” He didn’t elaborate; Dolos would be treated fairly and have a chance to move from being odd-man-out to a contributor. If he so chose. And he was smart enough to recognize that, whether he was stating it aloud or not. “Show me that you’re willing to make an effort. Or are you serious about wanting to go back to prison? If so, tell me now. I don’t have time to waste on someone who’s going to hurt my team.”