March 10, 2011
07:00 Hours
PRT ENE Headquarters
James Tagg the warpig of Arizona a man universally hated by both hero and villain capes alike, if they even call him a man, marched down the halls of the RIG flanked by 4 of his loyal troopers. As the procession maneuvered towards Director Piggot's door with a folder in hand and a mad smile adorning his lips he knocks on the door with a jolly beat.
"Come in." came Piggot's voice from the other side of the door. Opening the door to the all but broken woman's office. Briefly casting an intuitive eye at the 5 men she sighed and spoke once more. "Good morning, Director Tagg, how can the ENE assist you today?"
"I have with me orders from Chief Director Brown ordering a series of joint training exercises between the ENE and the WSE. As per the rules of the joint training you Director Piggot will be 'hospitalized due to injuries sustained during the Elisburg incident' and I will be temporarily the acting director of the ENE. Any questions?" replied Tagg with a smug grin while sliding over the folder in his hand. Emily picked up the documents and read them confirming all that the warpig of Arizona said was true. Lightly putting down the folder she nodded, got up and grabbed her cane and started walking out the door. But before she opened the door to go, she turned around and looked at Tagg in the eyes.
"I will inform you this before I step down for a little bit. Brockton bay will take you and chew you up only to spit you back out, and I am not talking about the capes either." With a dark smile spreading across her scared face, "The local swat team consists of former special forces from all branches, 3 of the ambulance paramedics are former PJs, and the dockworkers are predominantly ex-military with a good portion of that being Seabee's if I remember correctly. All of them are barely holding their ground against the Empire and the ABB regulars, and not the street grunts that are grade A idiots, no these are the guys who show when a gang fight occurs. So, I would encourage you to rethink your usual policies when guiding this branch."
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"I will keep that in mind." Responded Tagg with a dismissive wave.
After Familiarizing himself with the office over the next hour he hopped on the intercom, "Will Thomas Calvert report to the director's office." After waiting for 5 minutes a well-dressed man with a 'PRT Consultant' badge walked into the office.
"You wanted to see me?"
"Yes, I am in need of some additional forces for an off the books operation to arrest the rogue villain known as Georgia Beryl code name BB-70, and bring her to justice. I am aware that due to the nature of Fortress construction you have had to hire mercenaries to protect new construction sites yes."
"I do believe that I can get some contractors to do this job. It may take a while for them to get here however."
"You have 3 days."
Thomas nodded and walked out of the room before smiling to himself. "This might be the golden opportunity to get rid of that pesky woman." Meanwhile inside the office Tagg had a maniacal smile at the thought of bringing the defiant cape to heel, and daydreaming of having her as his personal attack dog.
The next day
Fortress construction meeting room
"So, this is the only mercenary group willing to do the job? This is 12 people with some FAMAS's."
"Do not worry director, we have a platoon coming in tomorrow with all ze extra gear. Zo tell us what is ze Wild Geese hunting."
Looking at the director Thomas sighed, "We had to give rough estimates on the casualties, they were the only ones to show up." Before pulling out a folder and tossing it across the table. "Gentlemen that is what we are hunting. Georgia Beryl also known as Battlewagon BB-70. Inside is the strategy that we will be using to capture her. Any questions?" As none were made, he nodded, "Good familiarize that packet and prepare for the operation."