[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=0D6D83]Tom Fisher[/color][/b][/i][/h1][/center][hr][center][b]Location:[/b]The Main Operating Room --> Security Offices[/center][hr][hr]

Offering little more than a half-smile toward Silvia's initial comment, Tom was doing a pretty good job of making himself look by-the-book. He stood with one hand holding his datapad, the other idly resting against it as he watched her, seeming to wait for whatever other suggestion she had in mind. It was a wonder, really, Tom stuck to regulation as much as possible, he generally tried to help everyone and focused on getting his work done as well as he could. The man barely took any time off even in the evening, he was essentially the perfect one for his position, it was truly a surprise that even he had Tristan's ire. Though, it was mostly due to his own contempt for the Tower Lead.

Raising an eyebrow at her next suggestion, he let his lip curl upward in a thoughtful, but amused smile. He was impressed at the suggestion, he wouldn't have considered it, he probably would have just kept the pilot in detainment for a while, given him a blackmark and sent him off for other authorities to deal with. Much in line with Silvia's thinking however, this would mean less paperwork for him, a fact he usually didn't even bother to consider. [color=0D6D83]"I think that's a fair idea, i'll probably toss him a few nights in detainment for good measure, though."[/color] Glancing down to his datapad, he typed away a message to his officers dealing with the pilot before looking back up to her with a smile. [color=0D6D83]"Thank you for the suggestion, ma'am."[/color] He commented, respectfully.

As she held up her finger Tom shut up, watching the exchange as it went on. He remained quiet as he stood there, reaching down and tucking his right hand into his pocket as his left kept a grip on the datapad. Raising an eyebrow in return toward Craig's look, he shrugged his shoulders slightly and cleared his throat. [color=0D6D83]"That is much appreciated ma'am, now if you need me for anything, don't hesitate to contact me, I should deal with our friend the pilot."[/color] He smiled, giving her another nod as he turned toward the elevator and moved out, stepping in and sending the elevator down to the security level.

As he got out his 2IC, Jackson, was waiting for him. [color=0D6D83]"Is he settling in?"[/color] Tom asked as he moved past, Jackson shifting into line along with Tom and shrugging his shoulders. "He's under arrest because he tried to grope a T-1, would you be 'settling'?" Jackson was a far more laid back individual than Tom was, but he always got the job done. He was Tom's most trustworthy partner and one of the few, in fact the only person in the tower at that point he considered a real 'friend'. They were two sides of a coin, Tom was all business, the good cop, and Jackson was the bad cop.

It didn't take long for them to reach the pilot's new cell, Tom giving him a courteous smile and a nod as he moved up to the cell and peered in. [color=0D6D83]"You're going to be reassigned, as of today you're going to be tower lead Tristan's personal pilot. You'll also be docked a good deal of your salary."[/color] He glanced down to the datapad as he spoke, reading off the order he'd given to his own officers earlier.