Old business
“Bills, bills, transfer requests, ohh, an interesting contract... “ pin mused as she went through the office mail. The Dragoons were an interesting business to run, but with the wartime contracts, as well as the continued support of their patron, her promotion to commander had gone smoothly enough. Salaries were being paid, the coffers were being filled once again, and the men were in particularly good spirits. She had taken on more of a domestic role, despite the times, facilitating the mercenary group’s contracts and assigning the proper personnel to them. Her hot blood had mostly cooled, and she preferred to focus on the bigger picture than leading in the field, which meant paperwork, and a copious amount of it, to boot. She yawned, flipping through and sorting through the mail, stopping midway through as an unusual sender graced the address lines on a large envelope. From the Gnomeregan Intel Union. She frowned, hurriedly ripping open the top pouring over the contents. Nothing from New Gnomeregan was ever written briefly, and it took her awhile to translate the babble into common. Salutations! We are happy to inform you that your previous inquiry, submitted on your behalf by the high tinker,hereto referred as person a, has been researched, and the following contents are attached. In summary of said inquiry’s results, incidents of unlawful and unsanctioned union research has been located, and person a has instructed that you be contacted and invited to participate in the response, provided the operation has been voted on at the previous meeting of the Tinkers Union (addendum, approval has been granted, please proceed to paragraph thirteen, section b)
It went on like this for quite awhile... but the intent was clear enough. The intel team had found another radiation research facility that was still experimenting on live subjects, and they intended to involve her in the incoming raid. It was something of a personal vendetta for her, and she’d earned this favor by exposing the existence of the rouge operators, who had been kidnapping the homeless, and eventually, herself. She’d almost died as a result of their experiments, and had seen the fate of others less luck than she had been. She frowned, picking up her commstone. “Dragoons, got a personal job for the GIU, i’ll be unavailable for a few days. Wes’ll be in charge while i’m taking care of it.” She hashed out the details with her men, and headed home. She’d leave first thing in the morning, so she at least had time to tell her family what she was up to... and to cancel her date for tomorrow. She walked down the streets with an intense look in her eyes, enough so that what few walker’s by avoided her gaze. She was already planning things in her head, she had some evil sons of bitches to stop. @mremaknu @summysparklesprocket @shckaewynn For the tumblr folks that she would have told about this.
