- Wed Nov 05, 2014 3:05 pm
Things were good in Jones' world. Her budget increase had been approved based on recent successes, she had wooed three more researchers into her R&D department who brought with them a bountiful harvest of grant monies and innovative ideas, she had another witch and trans-human, who was also a wizard to boot...and then this. She greedily stared at the blue cardboard folder jacket on her desk. She opened the file and read the contents.
'This' specifically, was a report on the success of phase two and tentative success on stage three of the magical genome project. Two months ago a gene had been isolated that hinted towards the key to the differences between magical and nonmagical people. That had been phase one. Phase two was to inject it into mice and observe the reactions. There had been some gene rejections and the deaths had been...interesting...at the beginning. The serum had been stabilized, however, and there was now 93% uptake of the modified transgene. Stage three was to see if those genes would be passed along to the offspring. So far, there was only a 25% transferrence, but since that mirrored the estimated wizard/normal population estimates, that indicated success.
There were several more steps along the path to human trials, but that was the horizon towards which MI:5 was headed. It sent chills down Jones' spine to think that she'd been the one to change the world so drastically. Her legacy was yet to take its ultimate form, but it would be magnificant.
Jones closed the file and breathed a deep sigh of satisfaction. It was nice to have one's job justified and even nicer when that meant the continued existence of an entire department. She glanced at her clock. Ten fifteen...her agents were now likely gathered at their cubicles. Their morning bickering was likely dying down as they began working on the left overs of last week's paperwork. It was time then, to go deliver this week's assignments.
Paperwork was a loathsome thing to a field agent. To give Klaus a report to fill out would only make him irksome and rebellious for the rest of the week, but Jones needed documentation on the transhuman they'd captured a month ago. She shuddered at the memories of the werewolf hunt. It was a stupid exercise that she didn't want to repeat. It had been a miracle they hadn't died. Klaus was a good agent, a good interrogator...but a poor bureaucrat. It would prevent him from ever achieving higher levels of advancement, but he didn't seem like the type who cared about that. Katarina, on the other hand, was a hard worker whose efforts indicated a desire for upward mobility. She also seemed to work well with Klaus, all things being relative.
Callaway could handle the transfer of the witch, then. The girl had broken something in her leg and had been under observation while the injury had healed. It was time for her to be transferred to the holding apartments in the local department. The girl, Russian by her slurred curses while under pain killers, was key to getting the transhuman to talk. Jones could feel that conviction as sure as anything. She'd need a skilled agent to get her to cooperate and come quietly. Callaway could be just such an agent.
With assignments clearly settled in her mind, Jones left her office to prowl the cubicles and hand out the week's duties. The top three were, as she had already known, here and settled. The clicking of her short heels preceded her as she approached the cluster of cubicles. Her no-nonsense suit clashed with the warm and satisfied smile on her face.
"Good morning Agents. I hope you've had a good weekend. Playtime begins again today. Klaus, Bauer...I'd like for you to continue talking to the transhuman. Bauer, your clerical skills are much more of a pleasure to read than Klaus', so please extract by whatever means necessary a verbal report from him and have it to me by Wednesday." Her smile curled into something a little more wicked to indicate her teasing. For the normally No-Nonsense Bulldog that the office knew, this was a clear tell that some good news had come down from above.
"Callaway, I have a transfer sheet for you to retrieve our dear little witchling from hospital custody. Please get her situated in one of the secured apartments downstairs and get a security film to Klaus. I have a feeling that will help with our problem prisoner. Afterwards, I'd like you to just talk with her, see if you can gt anything useful. Any questions?"
Her eyes settled on each of them turn by turn to make sure they understood their tasks. They were her best Hounds and it didn't need said that she trusted them completely. Whatever job that needed done, they'd get done.