01-03-2014, 07:04 PM
Jacques sipped his tea with mixed feelings. The quality of the beverage was above par, as he had come to expect of Caporal Ime, but the texture of the Styrofoam cup was entirely unpleasant. And as much as some might say otherwise, he was certain he could taste the chemicals leaking into the tea.
Just as he was about to ask the 2LT when they were going to start the next phase of the paperwork when a woman entered the officer's mess. Jacques was not exactly subtle when he gave the woman a good head-to-toe. There was something to be said of a woman in a well tailored uniform. Seeing how quickly Zhenya sharpened up when she shot him a look, Jacques quickly diverted his attention to his own cup of tea, lest draw the woman's ire too quickly.
"Jacques Danjou. This is Caporal Ime. He is currently acting as chief clerk for Légion Première. Capitaine Joubert is on paternity leave at the moment."
He shook her hand, as did Caporal Ime, before they all took their seats at the table.
The Corporal set the briefcase on the tabletop beside himself, and flicked it open to reveal sheaf's of paperwork. Naturally, there were digital copies of everything, but even in this age folks still insisted on physical copies of some things. Included were 250 signed release of information forms. Jacques hadn't lined up enough work for the entire company to start working in the CCD, but a good quarter of his men were looking forward to their first jobs outside Africa since the company's inception.
The two men sat in silence as Dr Weston went over her list of requirements of them. Jacques payed close attention the entire time, sipping his tea occasionally while it was still hot, while Corporal Ime referenced a notepad with pen in hand, putting a tick next to each item as she listed it. Naturally, they had come prepared.
"We understand perfectly, Dr Weston. We hail from the Dark Continent, after all."
The two men chuckled; Africa was still popularly seen as a backwater, rife with unrest, disease, poverty and war. Of course, most stereotypes had their origins in truth, and this one still wasn't far off.
"Caporale Imes can provide you with medical records on the members of Deuxième Compagnie."
The 2nd Company had been restructured recently, such that most of the 250 men originated from some of the more stable countries Africa had to offer, which would make things easier regarding to going through their records. It was a necessary decision, because although language was not much of an issue in Légion Première, DV was not the sort of place that looked to be very forgiving of mistakes.
The clerk set five file folders containing the signed forms onto the table, each clearly marked by country and the papers there-in were stacked alphabetically. With each file-folder came a post-it note bearing URLs and passwords to access Légion Première's online database, where most of the records she sought could be found.
"This should meet your requirements, ma'am."
He set another file folder out, separate to the other five, "The men we are currently seeking clearance to take up contracts in the CCD are isolated in our headquarters in Casablanca. This lists their current diet."
"I understand that this process is going to be time consuming, Dr Weston, but there is a high demand for private security firms in the CCD at the moment. As such, I am doing what I can to make this process as painless as possible. I've no doubt you have no shortage of work on your plate, but I assure you, my company will do everything we can to cooperate and lighten the load."
He finished his tea and frowned at the cup, then shook his head when Corporal Ime offered a refill.
"And of course, the longer this takes, the larger the bill will be for the men's trip to McDonalds, Sir."
Cpl Ime chuckled and sealed up the briefcase, having set out what was required from within. "An inside joke, ma'am. Mr Danjou has offered to purchase the men McDonalds once on CCD soil."
Just as he was about to ask the 2LT when they were going to start the next phase of the paperwork when a woman entered the officer's mess. Jacques was not exactly subtle when he gave the woman a good head-to-toe. There was something to be said of a woman in a well tailored uniform. Seeing how quickly Zhenya sharpened up when she shot him a look, Jacques quickly diverted his attention to his own cup of tea, lest draw the woman's ire too quickly.
"Jacques Danjou. This is Caporal Ime. He is currently acting as chief clerk for Légion Première. Capitaine Joubert is on paternity leave at the moment."
He shook her hand, as did Caporal Ime, before they all took their seats at the table.
The Corporal set the briefcase on the tabletop beside himself, and flicked it open to reveal sheaf's of paperwork. Naturally, there were digital copies of everything, but even in this age folks still insisted on physical copies of some things. Included were 250 signed release of information forms. Jacques hadn't lined up enough work for the entire company to start working in the CCD, but a good quarter of his men were looking forward to their first jobs outside Africa since the company's inception.
The two men sat in silence as Dr Weston went over her list of requirements of them. Jacques payed close attention the entire time, sipping his tea occasionally while it was still hot, while Corporal Ime referenced a notepad with pen in hand, putting a tick next to each item as she listed it. Naturally, they had come prepared.
"We understand perfectly, Dr Weston. We hail from the Dark Continent, after all."
The two men chuckled; Africa was still popularly seen as a backwater, rife with unrest, disease, poverty and war. Of course, most stereotypes had their origins in truth, and this one still wasn't far off.
"Caporale Imes can provide you with medical records on the members of Deuxième Compagnie."
The 2nd Company had been restructured recently, such that most of the 250 men originated from some of the more stable countries Africa had to offer, which would make things easier regarding to going through their records. It was a necessary decision, because although language was not much of an issue in Légion Première, DV was not the sort of place that looked to be very forgiving of mistakes.
The clerk set five file folders containing the signed forms onto the table, each clearly marked by country and the papers there-in were stacked alphabetically. With each file-folder came a post-it note bearing URLs and passwords to access Légion Première's online database, where most of the records she sought could be found.
"This should meet your requirements, ma'am."
He set another file folder out, separate to the other five, "The men we are currently seeking clearance to take up contracts in the CCD are isolated in our headquarters in Casablanca. This lists their current diet."
"I understand that this process is going to be time consuming, Dr Weston, but there is a high demand for private security firms in the CCD at the moment. As such, I am doing what I can to make this process as painless as possible. I've no doubt you have no shortage of work on your plate, but I assure you, my company will do everything we can to cooperate and lighten the load."
He finished his tea and frowned at the cup, then shook his head when Corporal Ime offered a refill.
"And of course, the longer this takes, the larger the bill will be for the men's trip to McDonalds, Sir."
Cpl Ime chuckled and sealed up the briefcase, having set out what was required from within. "An inside joke, ma'am. Mr Danjou has offered to purchase the men McDonalds once on CCD soil."