Cock Blocking the Foreign Office

We had someone from the foreign office visit this morning and slip their guide. We can’t have political types running around; they might open the wrong door and be driven stark staring insane. There’s a very good reason why so few of us use the cafeteria and it isn’t  the quality of the coffee (the coffee is actually reality warping good; that’s part of the problem).

He turned up down in the vaults, requesting a teleporter of some sort. He refused to be drawn on why. I told him that there’s a procedure that has to be followed and that, if he wanted to requisition something he had to go through the chain of command. He started making all sorts of threats that quite frankly I didn’t take too kindly to. I’m afraid I was very much tempted to give him exactly what he wanted. Given it was early and there was still a child’s moon in the sky I felt like re-enacting the end of Portal 2, with him as Wheatly.

Thankfully team Justiciar turned up and escorted him from the building. Justiciar himself dropped around, being one of our paragon teleporters, and gave me a bit of a heads up.

Turns up that the F.O. guy had been to HQ first thing, probably thinking to find Cepha half asleep. Of course that doesn’t work. He was trying to get a teleporter for some reason, Justiciar wouldn’t say what. Once Cepha had learned the reason behind the request she turned him down flat on the grounds that there was no occult involvement which means it was outside our purview.

He then approached Justiciar directly who refused to get involved without a direct order from Agent Gideon, who also refused to issue an order without being instructed to by Cepha.

So F.O. guy came over to us, probably looking for our other teleporting field officers, but it’s hard to find a teleporter who doesn’t want to be found. So he ended up down with me.

Justicar suggested that if they were that desperate they should get the Swedes to use their Skalds but I pointed out that the Skalds were forbidden from involving themselves in mundane affairs just as we are. It’s just in their case it’s enforced by divinely sent thunderbolts rather than codes of conduct.

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