[center][b]O-12 Bureau Noir Headquarters[/b][/center]
[center][b]Concillium, July 15th, 0800 Hours[/b][/center]

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Powell walked through the corridors of the planetside Noir headquarters. In one hand, he had a cup of fresh coffee. In the other, Powell held onto a roster of the new task force's members. It was a small roster, but each dossier attached to the roster was impressive to say the least. He felt there'd be little animosity between the members, something that was always a concern with newly formed units.

Powell sipped at his coffee before stepping aside and entering a room. The room was dominated by a large oak table surrounded by comfortable looking leather seats. Against one of the walls was a large holodisplay. It was a standard conference room, but Bureau Noir lucked out in that their conference rooms doubled as their briefing rooms. There was none of that uncomfortable seating in a dark room with Bureau Noir. Powell rounded the table and sat at the opposite end, facing the door. He set the roster aside and sipped at his coffee again.

A woman entered the room first. The woman was dressed professionally, save for the bright teal hair that was done in a warrior's braid. The woman came to attention as she entered the room, and saluted. [color=white][b]"Major,"[/b][/color] she said.

Powell smiled at the woman, [color=white][i]"At ease, Lieutenant. Have a seat."[/i][/color]

The teal haired woman nodded and sat a random seat. Powell had remembered when the woman had first come to O-12. She was quite rough around the edges at first, then again, most nomad recruits were. Powell watched as the woman made herself comfortable in the seat. He knew she didn't much like wearing the uniform, most nomads often wore more freeing clothing. [color=white][i]"How long have you been with O-12 now, Lena?"[/i][/color]

The woman looked over to Powell, [color=white][b]"Three years, sir."[/b][/color]

Powell nodded, [color=white][i]"You've come quite a ways since you first joined the ranks of Noir."[/i][/color]

Lena nodded, [color=white][b]"Yes, sir."[/b][/color]

Powell sipped his coffee, [color=white][i]"You played a major part in picking out these new recruits for Saladin's task force. It's an interesting bunch, but I'm confident they'll get the job done."[/i][/color]

The nomad nodded again, [color=white][b]"I formed the task force under the principle that they're meant to stop the bloodshed, not cause more; but can hold their own if the situation degrades."[/b][/color]

Powell agreed, [color=white][i]"And I'm sure the unit will be effective in its duty. However, I've noticed a distinct lack of infowarriors in the roster."[/i][/color]

[color=white][b]"Sir, I didn't actively seek out an infowarrior for the task force because I'd like to fill the role,"[/b][/color] Lena said.

Powell grinned, [color=white][i]"So be it, Lieutenant Serajevo."[/i][/color]

The nomad blinked, [color=white][b]"That was easy."[/b][/color]

The major sipped his coffee and finally set it aside, [color=white][i]"I've received word from High Command, they intended to have you lead the task force anyways. Kill two birds with one stone, basically."[/i][/color]

Lena nodded, [color=white][b]"I won't disappoint, sir."[/b][/color]

[color=white][i]"I expect not, lieutenant. These operatives have been contacted to arrive at the headquarters in two hours. You'll be glad to hear that your unit already has an assignment. I'll send you the mission details on your comm-link."[/i][/color]

The major stood from his seat and left the roster on the table. [color=white][i]"You can use this room for the briefing. Let me know when everybody has gotten cozy."[/i][/color]

Lena stood up, saluted, and then offered to shake Powell's hand. [color=white][b]"Yes, sir."[/b][/color]
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