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"Even Syndicate Bosses Can Laugh At Themselves"
Chapter 1:
"Here are the Base Incident Reports for this month, sir."
The Head of Operations, a baby-faced 25 year old with short, brown hair, watched anxiously as the Syndicate's unchallenged leader skimmed through the newly delivered papers from behind his desk.
"Mr. Minagawa, I understand that accidents and discipline problems have increased for the third month in a row now", the purple haired boss said almost nonchalantly.
"Yes, Mr. Hasegawa," stated Minagawa, trying not to let his dread show in his voice. "Over the past four weeks, we have had 18 work related injuries, three of them fatal. Also, there have been four separate incidences where conflicts between combat teams turned violent, the most recent occurring inside Docking Area 2B. You may have also heard about the suicide of Corporal Newman last week. It's widely believed that he was driven to it over his team's failure to smuggle the Q-31 Railgun past customs."
Muro Hasegawa set the report back down before lacing his fingers together in his lap and looking up at Minagawa.
"This news is very distressing," said Muro in an annoyed tone that made his subordinate all the more nervous. "But not surprising, unfortunately. We have spent these past three months making every effort at staying one step ahead of the TCTF while laying the groundwork for my Sturmanderung Project. While the seizure of the Railgun was disappointing, its importance pales in comparison to that of Sturmanderung. Its success depends on the protection of its secrecy, a fact that all involved have been well informed of. Inevitably, the strain caused by such demands has begun to take its toll on our men as your latest reports have shown." As he spoke, Muro's emerald green eyes detected a slight twinkle in Minagawa's cobalt blue ones. "Any suggestions," Muro concluded.
"Yes, sir," began Minagawa. "Our men are in need of reprieve. If it is possible, they should be allowed a bit of R&R. A few days would do well toward recharging their batteries, so to speak."
To his surprise, Muro replied instantly. He apparently had been thinking along similar lines.
"Our diligence has netted us a full three weeks ahead of schedule," said Muro with a hint of pride in his voice. "I'd be willing to freeze operations for a week in order to give the troops a chance to unwind. Perhaps something along the lines of an entertainment show as well."
"Yes, that could cap it off quite nicely," replied Minagawa. "I know some of the younger fellows down in one of our Recon teams who play in a rock band at some of the Syndicate friendly nightclubs in downtown NeoTokyo. They're rather popular among our guys if I remember correctly. Throw in a few motivational speakers and maybe a comedienne and this show could actually work.
"The comedienne. I know just the guy. Been with us for several years now and has worked in different areas of our organization, so he's bound to have enough material for his skit. Also, he's a real wiseass."
"Perfect," replied Muro, a slight grin on his face. "We'll begin our vacation at the close of this week. Even I could use a break. Despite what you might have heard, I'm only human. I'll let you get started on organizing the entertainment show. Dismissed."
Minagawa thanked his boss and left. As he headed down the hall toward the elevator, the newly appointed man in charge of the upcoming entertainment show mentally jotted down a list of people he needed to get in touch with. This project had the potential to boost morale at a much needed time while gaining favor with Muro. He just hoped he could pull it off.
Author's Notes: Intrigued? Good. The next chapter should be coming soon. Tell me what you think so far.
Bobster
"Even Syndicate Bosses Can Laugh At Themselves"
Chapter 1:
"Here are the Base Incident Reports for this month, sir."
The Head of Operations, a baby-faced 25 year old with short, brown hair, watched anxiously as the Syndicate's unchallenged leader skimmed through the newly delivered papers from behind his desk.
"Mr. Minagawa, I understand that accidents and discipline problems have increased for the third month in a row now", the purple haired boss said almost nonchalantly.
"Yes, Mr. Hasegawa," stated Minagawa, trying not to let his dread show in his voice. "Over the past four weeks, we have had 18 work related injuries, three of them fatal. Also, there have been four separate incidences where conflicts between combat teams turned violent, the most recent occurring inside Docking Area 2B. You may have also heard about the suicide of Corporal Newman last week. It's widely believed that he was driven to it over his team's failure to smuggle the Q-31 Railgun past customs."
Muro Hasegawa set the report back down before lacing his fingers together in his lap and looking up at Minagawa.
"This news is very distressing," said Muro in an annoyed tone that made his subordinate all the more nervous. "But not surprising, unfortunately. We have spent these past three months making every effort at staying one step ahead of the TCTF while laying the groundwork for my Sturmanderung Project. While the seizure of the Railgun was disappointing, its importance pales in comparison to that of Sturmanderung. Its success depends on the protection of its secrecy, a fact that all involved have been well informed of. Inevitably, the strain caused by such demands has begun to take its toll on our men as your latest reports have shown." As he spoke, Muro's emerald green eyes detected a slight twinkle in Minagawa's cobalt blue ones. "Any suggestions," Muro concluded.
"Yes, sir," began Minagawa. "Our men are in need of reprieve. If it is possible, they should be allowed a bit of R&R. A few days would do well toward recharging their batteries, so to speak."
To his surprise, Muro replied instantly. He apparently had been thinking along similar lines.
"Our diligence has netted us a full three weeks ahead of schedule," said Muro with a hint of pride in his voice. "I'd be willing to freeze operations for a week in order to give the troops a chance to unwind. Perhaps something along the lines of an entertainment show as well."
"Yes, that could cap it off quite nicely," replied Minagawa. "I know some of the younger fellows down in one of our Recon teams who play in a rock band at some of the Syndicate friendly nightclubs in downtown NeoTokyo. They're rather popular among our guys if I remember correctly. Throw in a few motivational speakers and maybe a comedienne and this show could actually work.
"The comedienne. I know just the guy. Been with us for several years now and has worked in different areas of our organization, so he's bound to have enough material for his skit. Also, he's a real wiseass."
"Perfect," replied Muro, a slight grin on his face. "We'll begin our vacation at the close of this week. Even I could use a break. Despite what you might have heard, I'm only human. I'll let you get started on organizing the entertainment show. Dismissed."
Minagawa thanked his boss and left. As he headed down the hall toward the elevator, the newly appointed man in charge of the upcoming entertainment show mentally jotted down a list of people he needed to get in touch with. This project had the potential to boost morale at a much needed time while gaining favor with Muro. He just hoped he could pull it off.
Author's Notes: Intrigued? Good. The next chapter should be coming soon. Tell me what you think so far.
Bobster