equal
experience. They both completed a test-run of the system. Pollock’s
run was longer than Schaffer’s, as a matter of fact. Both of their
names were on the bottom of the development report. In fact, if
they were going to get all technical, Pollock’s name was listed
first.
He wasn’t going to let Schaffer inch him out
of the project. He thought Veil was as badass as Schaffer did, and
they were both there to do a job. Off the top of his
head , Pollock could think of ten things he
solved while the pair fleshed out Tsay’s data, things Schaffer was
unable to decipher. It wasn’t as if Pollock didn’t contribute at
all, and now that he saw what kind of game Schaffer played, he
figured it was high time he let Schaffer know he could play right
the hell back.
Pollock darted across the lab and knocked on
Schaffer’s office door. He heard a chair squeak and then Schaffer’s
shoes click against the linoleum as he walked across his office.
The blinds on the window of the office door were momentarily pulled
apart, eye level with Pollock. Schaffer unlocked and opened his
office door.
“What?” Schaffer groaned.
Pollock pushed the door open and walked
around Schaffer, whose irritation was a little more than
apparent.
“We need to talk about the project and get
moving on a set of schematics,” Pollock said in the most
confrontational tone he could produce. Schaffer closed the door,
circled around his desk and sat down.
“I’m already working on some things, and I
suggest you go do so as well. We can come up with some ideas and
then hash them out or whatever.” Schaffer was willing to say
anything to appease Pollock long enough to get him out of his
office.
But, Pollock wasn’t having it. “That’s not
really how a team gets things done and it’s not how we’ve operated
up to this point. What was your meeting with the General
about?”
Schaffer was about to tell him to mind his
own friggen business when his phone rang. He put his hand on the
receiver, looked at his office door and then at Pollock. Pollock
didn’t take the hint. Schaffer raised his eyebrows and motioned his
head toward the door. He wanted Pollock to frakking leave,
damnit .
Pollock shook his head and stood his ground;
he folded his arms and didn’t budge.
Schaffer rolled his eyes, let out a
huff , and answered the call.
“Dr. Schaffer.”
“Dr. Schaffer, this is Dr. Hunter Kennerly.
I’m returning your call.”
Now he really wanted Pollock out of his
office so he furrowed his brow and motioned toward the door again.
Pollock still wasn’t having it. Schaffer scowled and gave up.
“Dr. Kennerly, thank you for returning my
call. The reason I was calling is because your name came up in a
project I’m involved with here at the Department of Defense, and I
think we could benefit from your level of expertise.”
Upon hearing that, Pollock’s attention
visibly perked and he plopped himself in the chair in front of
Schaffer’s desk.
Schaffer gave Pollock the middle finger.
Pollock smiled.
“The Department of Defense? My name?” Dr.
Kennerly asked.
“Yes, sir.”
“May I ask what this is in reference to?”
“Well, I’m still waiting to get confirmation
of your security clearance, but I can say the project is linked to
the phenomenon of neuroelectricity. I was calling to see if you
would have any immediate availability to join the project if we’re
able to get you cleared?”
Dr. Kennerly chuckled. “Refusing to work on a
project with the DOD would be hard to do. You guys obtain my
clearance , and I’ll carve out my
availability. I can demand some flexibility from them here. I’m
pretty sure I’ve earned it.”
“Understood. I can call you tomorrow to
discuss,” Schaffer replied. To mask his relief, he made sure to
look as smug as he could. Dr. Kennerly provided Schaffer with his
personal contact information and the two hung up.
“Do you mind getting the frak out of my
office now?”
“No problemo. I’m sure you
experience. They both completed a test-run of the system. Pollock’s
run was longer than Schaffer’s, as a matter of fact. Both of their
names were on the bottom of the development report. In fact, if
they were going to get all technical, Pollock’s name was listed
first.
He wasn’t going to let Schaffer inch him out
of the project. He thought Veil was as badass as Schaffer did, and
they were both there to do a job. Off the top of his
head , Pollock could think of ten things he
solved while the pair fleshed out Tsay’s data, things Schaffer was
unable to decipher. It wasn’t as if Pollock didn’t contribute at
all, and now that he saw what kind of game Schaffer played, he
figured it was high time he let Schaffer know he could play right
the hell back.
Pollock darted across the lab and knocked on
Schaffer’s office door. He heard a chair squeak and then Schaffer’s
shoes click against the linoleum as he walked across his office.
The blinds on the window of the office door were momentarily pulled
apart, eye level with Pollock. Schaffer unlocked and opened his
office door.
“What?” Schaffer groaned.
Pollock pushed the door open and walked
around Schaffer, whose irritation was a little more than
apparent.
“We need to talk about the project and get
moving on a set of schematics,” Pollock said in the most
confrontational tone he could produce. Schaffer closed the door,
circled around his desk and sat down.
“I’m already working on some things, and I
suggest you go do so as well. We can come up with some ideas and
then hash them out or whatever.” Schaffer was willing to say
anything to appease Pollock long enough to get him out of his
office.
But, Pollock wasn’t having it. “That’s not
really how a team gets things done and it’s not how we’ve operated
up to this point. What was your meeting with the General
about?”
Schaffer was about to tell him to mind his
own friggen business when his phone rang. He put his hand on the
receiver, looked at his office door and then at Pollock. Pollock
didn’t take the hint. Schaffer raised his eyebrows and motioned his
head toward the door. He wanted Pollock to frakking leave,
damnit .
Pollock shook his head and stood his ground;
he folded his arms and didn’t budge.
Schaffer rolled his eyes, let out a
huff , and answered the call.
“Dr. Schaffer.”
“Dr. Schaffer, this is Dr. Hunter Kennerly.
I’m returning your call.”
Now he really wanted Pollock out of his
office so he furrowed his brow and motioned toward the door again.
Pollock still wasn’t having it. Schaffer scowled and gave up.
“Dr. Kennerly, thank you for returning my
call. The reason I was calling is because your name came up in a
project I’m involved with here at the Department of Defense, and I
think we could benefit from your level of expertise.”
Upon hearing that, Pollock’s attention
visibly perked and he plopped himself in the chair in front of
Schaffer’s desk.
Schaffer gave Pollock the middle finger.
Pollock smiled.
“The Department of Defense? My name?” Dr.
Kennerly asked.
“Yes, sir.”
“May I ask what this is in reference to?”
“Well, I’m still waiting to get confirmation
of your security clearance, but I can say the project is linked to
the phenomenon of neuroelectricity. I was calling to see if you
would have any immediate availability to join the project if we’re
able to get you cleared?”
Dr. Kennerly chuckled. “Refusing to work on a
project with the DOD would be hard to do. You guys obtain my
clearance , and I’ll carve out my
availability. I can demand some flexibility from them here. I’m
pretty sure I’ve earned it.”
“Understood. I can call you tomorrow to
discuss,” Schaffer replied. To mask his relief, he made sure to
look as smug as he could. Dr. Kennerly provided Schaffer with his
personal contact information and the two hung up.
“Do you mind getting the frak out of my
office now?”
“No problemo. I’m sure you
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