The profile doesn't look much better or worse than any of the hundreds of thousands of flatback pictures of scum Steve's seen over the last decade and half. Or the full and half faces that flicked through his minds at times, the ones left littered on a floor who never had a picture before the necessity of putting them down popped up front and center under acceptable casualty in the purpose of the mission.
But it's the way Chin starts telling them how much none of them would be good for the job Steve wants, putting pressure on this newest piece of lower-level dirt, that leaves him feeling certain, even flatfooted through the speech, about this being a lead-up. "I take it you have the perfect guy in mind?" Rolls off, with the flat tug of one side of his mouth, pleased to have something working still, while Chin says he does.
"Make the call," Steve said with a wave of fork, before he was pushing it back into his plate, and digging in his own pocket.
Dragging his own phone out, and tapping it for the last call, again, before shoving it between his ear and his shoulder while it was ringing. Hand going back to his fork, while he made two to three steps away. Swallowing hard on a bite of food when she answered before he'd finished chewing even. "Yes, Governor."
Rolling straight past anything that sounded like needed an explanation, aside from the barest answer that he had something. Willed it all to be something. To work. To be connected to Hesse. She said free reign, and he was going to take it until she finally decided to push back. "I'm going to need a mobile surveillance unit. Top end as you can free up by tonight. Tomorrow morning, wheels up, at the latest."
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Date: 2014-08-05 01:21 am (UTC)But it's the way Chin starts telling them how much none of them would be good for the job Steve wants, putting pressure on this newest piece of lower-level dirt, that leaves him feeling certain, even flatfooted through the speech, about this being a lead-up. "I take it you have the perfect guy in mind?" Rolls off, with the flat tug of one side of his mouth, pleased to have something working still, while Chin says he does.
"Make the call," Steve said with a wave of fork, before he was pushing it back into his plate, and digging in his own pocket.
Dragging his own phone out, and tapping it for the last call, again, before shoving it between his ear and his shoulder while it was ringing. Hand going back to his fork, while he made two to three steps away. Swallowing hard on a bite of food when she answered before he'd finished chewing even. "Yes, Governor."
Rolling straight past anything that sounded like needed an explanation, aside from the barest answer that he had something. Willed it all to be something. To work. To be connected to Hesse. She said free reign, and he was going to take it until she finally decided to push back. "I'm going to need a mobile surveillance unit. Top end as you can free up by tonight. Tomorrow morning, wheels up, at the latest."