008 ↔ video & text; mutiny day 2, 1545hrs

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[Saul would've come to the network sooner, but his earpiece picked something up not long after the network came back online.

So, he waited.

And waited.

And now, he thinks, is as good a time as any for this broadcast.

He's seated in DITR's office; the interior looks much the same as any other bedroom on the base, but in lieu of the beds, there's a medium-sized desk. This is where he's perched in his usual pose with elbows on his knees, hands folded, leaning forward just slightly and addressing the camera — which someone else is holding — with an expression so grim it somehow almost seems amused.]

This is not how you get what you want.

[A pause. He appears thoughtful for a moment, then waves a dismissive hand at nothing and smooths down his tie.]

I mean, sure, it must've sounded great in theory. And I'd bet any amount of money that you all thought you had your bases nice and covered, buuut —

[Tch.]

Looks like maybe not, if the network being back online is any indication. Hi, by the way. Are you having fun yet? Because that whole lack of gravity thing — man, that was a blast. I'm just wondering, you know, if this is gonna work in your favor the way you'd all hoped. Messing with the systems is all well and good and yeah, okay, we get your point: you're mad as hell and not gonna take it anymore. Fine.

But I think — and this is just my lawyerly opinion — you're gonna have a hell of a time dealing with the fallout from this. And I promise you, Charlie, there will be fallout. Civilized fallout, of course, assuming no one gets hurt. I'll keep my promise if you keep yours.

[He grins, then winks.]

Anyway, I dunno about everyone else, but I'm waiting with bated breath for your next move. And if you need anything from us —

[A quick sweep of his arm to indicate the entirety of the room and, with it, the entirety of DITR's staff. Whatever anger he's been keeping at bay finally seeps through, Saul's eyes narrowing for the split second it takes him to say:]

Good fucking luck.

[And off goes the video feed.]

*

[PRIVATE to all members of the Department EXCEPT Jesse, Mike, and Stephanie:]

If you haven't come to the office in room 206 yet, please report to Roslyn Small or another member of the police force for further instructions. They're set up in the cafeteria.

Comments

[wilder]

...Right. [he could point out the healers can't heal through walls, but. Whatever. Chloe at least sounds more reasonable than Charlie, so he'll be]

By alternate routes, do you mean airducts or something?

[totallytrustworthy]

Not locking everyone in or out of it was the most we could do given the circumstances, but yeah, a few ducts ought to work if you're [Don't say 'in a tight spot' Chloe. Don't make a joke.] a bit pressed for a more direct route.

And can fit.

[And there's more she could add to stress that point, like defensive positions and so on, but it'd be too risky to state on the network. Too compromising.

[wilder]

Hmmm.

[Yeah, he knows saying more could compromise their situation. And he's really not looking to take sides, and so he won't press]

Alright, I think we can figure it out from there. Thanks. [Time to shove the med student into an air duct to see if he'll fit!!]

And if any of you need anything from the clinic, we're still here for everyone.

[totallytrustworthy]

Thank you, love. [There's the barest tug of a smile at the corner of her mouth for it, not that he can see. It's good to know there are a few good hearts out there, after all.]

Call me if anything else goes wrong for you lads, I'll see what I can do.

[wilder]

Sure, sure. [Few good hearts, people pandering to both sides- whatever it takes!]

Alright, thanks. We'll let you know.