He had been expecting the notice, to come to Hob's office. It was inevitable now that he was transferring over to the DoD. He had some rank in the army, which meant something had to happen. And some times he enjoyed it. The riots. He was glad he was there to help. Because Hob had let him. Had been the one to point him to the DoD. Gave him the opportunity to do the closest thing possible to doing what he had done back home. And it was something he needed. He had given his whole life and identity to the CIA, and he was lost without it sometimes.
Sometimes being in the platoon helped. But it didn't run the way he thought it should run. Didn't have the tech, the support, the mentality. North was a good man. But he was an army man. FDR was always a spy.
So. He could do this. Whatever this was.
A knock on the open door just to get her attention before he stepped inside. "You wanted to see me?"
Cause if he doesn't, well, that would be a whole other matter to talk to Juliet about.
She slides a data chip across her desk. "Copy of your personnel files before and after official discharge. Figure you might want it for reference." Keep his story straight, keep it safe unless his brain gets fucked with, and so on.
He glances down at the chip before nodding, reaching out to grab it and tuck it into his pockets. "We good then? Take it you'll give North the heads up for me?"
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Sometimes being in the platoon helped. But it didn't run the way he thought it should run. Didn't have the tech, the support, the mentality. North was a good man. But he was an army man. FDR was always a spy.
So. He could do this. Whatever this was.
A knock on the open door just to get her attention before he stepped inside. "You wanted to see me?"
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Cause if he doesn't, well, that would be a whole other matter to talk to Juliet about.
She slides a data chip across her desk. "Copy of your personnel files before and after official discharge. Figure you might want it for reference." Keep his story straight, keep it safe unless his brain gets fucked with, and so on.
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"Appreciate the shot. Guess you won't be seeing me around." And he flashes her an ironic smirk.
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"Might surprise ya." DoD still belongs to her, after all.
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"Right. So, grand exit? Got an escort waiting for me?"
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