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gumi_reloaded2012-04-16 03:12 pm
Explanations and Explorations
Time: Late Afternoon - Early Evening
Location: New Meiji Department of Justice (Police Wing, Armory, Shooting Range)
Characters, NPC, Saitoh, Tokio
“YOU HAVE ACCESSED THE NEW MEIJI POLICE DEPARTMENT ANSWERING SYSTEM. PLEASE LISTEN TO THE FOLLOWING OPTIONS BEFORE MAKING YOUR SELECTION.”
Saitoh took an impatient drag on his cigarette and listened.
“TO CHANGE YOUR PERSONAL GREETING, PLEASE PRESS 1. TO LISTEN TO YOUR PERSONAL GREETING, PLEASE PRESS 2. TO FORWARD CALLS, PLEASE PRESS 3. TO ACCEPT FORWARDED CALLS, PLEASE PRESS 4. TO FORWARD A CALL TO A FORWARDED NUMBER, PLEASE PRESS 5.”
Saitoh swore, and tried to resist the urge to throw his office phone out the window, wishing that they would stop changing the options every few weeks.
“TO CHANGE YOUR RINGTONE, PLEASE PRESS 6, TO LISTEN TO AVAILABLE RING TONES, PLEASE PRESS 7. TO REQUEST A CUSTOM RING TONE FOR ALL FORWARDED CALLS PLEASE PRESS 8”
Exhaling smoke out of his nostrils in a murderous sounding snort, Saitoh slammed the phone down onto the charger with enough force that his terminal and desk shook.
“Yorimoto!”
Saitoh’s new secretary jumped in his seat, knocked over a picture of his mother and her passel of pugs, and then tried to give his commanding officer a smart, manly sort of salute. “Yes, Saitoh-sama!” Newly promoted from the office accounting pool, Yorimoto Katsume was a twitchy little ferret of a man, one whom Saitoh suspected had an unholy fixation with fountain pens. “How may I provide you with assistance, Sir!”
(Holy freaking hell…) Saitoh gave his newest secretary a long measured look. “What is the prompt on the automated phone system so I can listen to my messages?”
“That’s easy, Sir! It’s option 18. Would you like me to assist you in button pressing, Saitoh-sama?” Yorimoto said hopefully, eager to prove his worth.
“No.” Saitoh pinched the bridge of his narrow nose and prayed for patience, since his preferred course of action, that being strangling his secretary and shoving the body where the sun didn’t shine was generally speaking, frowned upon.
“Oh,” Yorimoto’s face fell. “Well, if you have any trouble, please know that you can safely rely on me to provide you with timely assistance.”
Saitoh pinched harder, reminding himself that slaying evil instantly was not applicable to the mentally deficient, no matter how annoying they might be, “I will keep that in mind.”
“Oh, and if you are wondering about that voicemail you received fifteen minutes ago, the transcript is on your desk.”
Saitoh glanced down at his desk and saw that there was in fact, a memo near his cigarette ash covered keyboard. (Unlike most people, he preferred typing rather than relying on voice recognition software) He frowned (due mostly to the smiley face stamp that was by Yorimoto’s name) and began reading.
MEMO:
To: Captain H. Saitoh
From: Office Secretary K. Yorimoto (recently promoted)
Subject: Voicemail from O. Murakami, DOJ (13:35:05)
Dear Captain Saitoh-sama,
Here is the transcript of a voicemail you received from one O. Murakami. Please review and let me know if you need any further assistance in this, or any other matter.
With the most profound respect that you could ever imagine,
K. Yorimoto ^__^
Start Message
“Hello, this is a message for Captain Saitoh-san. This is Oharu Murakami. I’m not sure if you remember me, but I was the secretary to the late Fujita Hiroshi? Yes, well… I am now working for Takagi Tokio, Assistant Prosecuting Attorney. She asked me to call and let you know that she will be stopping by your office to return an item that you lent her the other day and that you should anticipate her arrival no later than 15:30….
Saitoh-san, I heard about your injuries sustained in the line of duty. I hope that you will make a speedy recovery and that your boys, bless their hearts, are safe and well. If you have any questions, or can’t speak with Takagi-san during this time, please call me directly or send an email so that I can reschedule.
Warmest Regards,
O. Murakami”
End Message.
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no subject
“Commander Watanabe is going to need to program a new simulator that is a better representation of the speed that we were up against yesterday,” he said in a matter of fact tone as he walked over to the SIMUL console, comparing the speed of the simulation with the impossibly rapid movement of a certain red haired waiter from the day before and finding it contemptibly lacking. (How can I expect to teach my officers how to target objects that can’t be visually tracked?) While he and a few other members of the force were able, somehow, to find and focus on emotional signatures, most officers lacked the strange talent and had to rely on human senses that were becoming obsolete. “You met her, I think? At the café ?”
When Takagi nodded, Saitoh added, “Karen is an exceptional officer and a trustworthy individual.” There was in his mind, no higher praise. “In light of recent events, she has offered to assist you in securing acceptable home security and communication systems. I would advise you to take her up on her offer and refrain from sending / receiving any sensitive information from your home until you’re absolutely sure that everything is secure.”
This was another part of his offer of protection, a component that Watanabe herself had volunteered for, claiming that she owed Takagi a favor for saving his sorry hide the day before. It was the way his squad operated, each member looking out for each other. Watanabe handled cyber security, he oversaw physical training and weapons procurement, Hondo led the effort to protect family members of high visibility / undercover employees while
Yamaguchi, a tender hearted young woman who also happened to be a ridiculously adept sniper, was tasked with providing first line support and assistance to the families when they all failed and an officer was killed or maimed in the line of duty. It was a decidedly non-formal arrangement, but it kept people alive and had resulted in Saitoh’s squadron having the lowest mortality rates for five years running.
(Karen knows that I….) he snuck a glance over at Takagi. She was looking down at her burn bandages, her expression unreadable in the low light of the firing range. He looked at her little hands, her fingers that were still burned and painful. It made his heart ache to know that she’d already suffered harm on his behalf. (…she knows that I care for the woman and am determined to keep her safe at all costs) He inwardly smirked, wondering how Karen would react if she knew the true depth of his feelings where the prosecuting attorney was concerned. (Hell, she’d never let Takagi out of her sight…)
Saitoh wisely didn’t mention that if he had his way, he wouldn’t let her out of his sight either. Leaving her to fend for herself went contrary to his instincts and going contrary to his instincts had always proven to be a very bad idea.
(Idiot – what else can be done at this point in time?)
While the idea of picking her up over his shoulder and squirreling her away in a safe location until he was able to hunt down and destroy anyone who intended her harm held an undeniable degree of appeal, it was also impractical, illegal and would probably scare the pants of the poor woman.
For an instant, an image of the lovely woman sans trousers, wearing nothing more than a smile and some of that elusive perfume popped into his head. Saitoh inwardly smacked himself (twice for good measure) and forced the rather creative but inappropriate visual image back down where it belonged, thankful that his shooting partner wasn’t a mind reader. (Apparently I’ll be taking a cold shower this evening…) he thought as he punched in a retrieval command and carefully studied the ballistics report on Takagi’s simulation.