Post by SA Dr. John Clark on Jul 3, 2011 3:18:25 GMT -5
[TIMELINE NOTE: This is set after the not-yet-written finale of "The Return", but before the start of Case 1.]
After knocking on the door and being told to enter, the portly ex-UNSUB strode into SSA Hotchner's office. Taking up a position directly opposite the unit chief, the newly-minted "probie" locked eyes--well, polarized lenses on on side and eyes on the other--with his respected former adversary, and cleared his throat.
"SSA Hotchner, I know that there are some things which will be extremely difficult to accept let alone understand about this situation, but all I ask is the opportunity to try to reconcile our past differences and put my skills and knowledge to work for the right side in my new life as Agent 'Clark'. If you're not convinced at the end of this meeting," and here the assassin paused to place a vintage M1911A1 .45 and a single bullet bearing the name "John Clark" on the older agent's desk, "feel free to put an end to me on the spot if you deem appropriate."
"But you're DEAD," the senior man exclaimed in shock when he made the connection and realized who was across the desk.
"Correction: WAS dead. I got better, and have had some... 'upgrades,'" the younger suit said as he passed over a file. "Anyway, at this point, I'm assigned to Division Six at FBI Headquarters, on special assignment over here and when I'm not with the BAU I'm in class at the Academy. A few weeks ago, credible intel started coming in about a threat, nature not yet known, to one of your agents. Young Dr. Reid has some powerful sponsors, because somebody decided the best way to stop one assassin is by bringing in another to 'hunt the hunter,' and when Jethro Gibbs over at NCIS started quietly floating the word that he had a skilled asset who needed a new home some of those backers decided to get the best man available--you've profiled me as an assassin, you know what I can do, so that should also tell you I ought to be better at disrupting a potential hit than anybody.
"Don't just take my word for it--call Gibbs, call SSA Tobias Fornell, call over to USSS Presidential Protection Detail and Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency, and talk to Emily--excuse me, SSA Prentiss; we ran into each other the other night and have put the past behind us, and if we can consider the past issues to have died with my past life with that extremely well-placed bullet into my heart and a new man to occupy the old body and knowledge stored within, I'm hopeful that the BAU and I can mend fences as well--there was never any ill will on my end, and with how things turned out it's better for us all that things played out as they did, since being pronounced dead freed me from my puppetmasters at NSA and us from being pitted against each other by our respective agencies and functions.
"Officially to the rest of the Bureau and the outside world, I'm on loan for 'Special Projects;' unofficially that special project is what we're calling Operation Counterfire, the identification and neutralization of a threat to one of the Bureau's most valuable assets, and my orders, which you will find a copy of in there, require me to literally, and I quote, 'Die In SSA Reid's Place' if necessary. But, as long as I'm here, all of the resources inside my head and at my disposal--including all of the research and engineering projects I have on the side for DARPA and several advanced aircraft on loan from various armed services for R&D--are available to the Behavioral Analysis Unit in any way I and they can be useful. Wouldn't you agree that it will be more effective if I function alongside this unit rather than as someone 'along for the ride'?"
At this point, his opening salvo fired, the sawed-off heavyweight paused to allow his new "dotted-line" boss to digest the situation...
Tags: Hotch, Rattlesnake
wearing: black MIB-cut 2-button suit with narrow black tie, white 2-pocket tactical shirt, black oxfords, Black #3-tint polarized prescription Ray-Ban Wayfarers with black frames, black-and-silver Hamilton Ventura "MIB Edition" watch
gear: large Solo laptop-case containing Dell Inspiron 9300 17" desktop-replacement and Acer Aspire One D255E netbook with multiple external hard-drives, dual-shoulder rig with two 5" 1911's, Officer's Model .45 on each ankle, derringer and 15-round 1911 magazine strapped to each forearm, multiple Zebra F-701 "skewering" pens in shirt pockets and FBI, DARPA, personal and emergency "Red Line" cellphones
After knocking on the door and being told to enter, the portly ex-UNSUB strode into SSA Hotchner's office. Taking up a position directly opposite the unit chief, the newly-minted "probie" locked eyes--well, polarized lenses on on side and eyes on the other--with his respected former adversary, and cleared his throat.
"SSA Hotchner, I know that there are some things which will be extremely difficult to accept let alone understand about this situation, but all I ask is the opportunity to try to reconcile our past differences and put my skills and knowledge to work for the right side in my new life as Agent 'Clark'. If you're not convinced at the end of this meeting," and here the assassin paused to place a vintage M1911A1 .45 and a single bullet bearing the name "John Clark" on the older agent's desk, "feel free to put an end to me on the spot if you deem appropriate."
"But you're DEAD," the senior man exclaimed in shock when he made the connection and realized who was across the desk.
"Correction: WAS dead. I got better, and have had some... 'upgrades,'" the younger suit said as he passed over a file. "Anyway, at this point, I'm assigned to Division Six at FBI Headquarters, on special assignment over here and when I'm not with the BAU I'm in class at the Academy. A few weeks ago, credible intel started coming in about a threat, nature not yet known, to one of your agents. Young Dr. Reid has some powerful sponsors, because somebody decided the best way to stop one assassin is by bringing in another to 'hunt the hunter,' and when Jethro Gibbs over at NCIS started quietly floating the word that he had a skilled asset who needed a new home some of those backers decided to get the best man available--you've profiled me as an assassin, you know what I can do, so that should also tell you I ought to be better at disrupting a potential hit than anybody.
"Don't just take my word for it--call Gibbs, call SSA Tobias Fornell, call over to USSS Presidential Protection Detail and Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency, and talk to Emily--excuse me, SSA Prentiss; we ran into each other the other night and have put the past behind us, and if we can consider the past issues to have died with my past life with that extremely well-placed bullet into my heart and a new man to occupy the old body and knowledge stored within, I'm hopeful that the BAU and I can mend fences as well--there was never any ill will on my end, and with how things turned out it's better for us all that things played out as they did, since being pronounced dead freed me from my puppetmasters at NSA and us from being pitted against each other by our respective agencies and functions.
"Officially to the rest of the Bureau and the outside world, I'm on loan for 'Special Projects;' unofficially that special project is what we're calling Operation Counterfire, the identification and neutralization of a threat to one of the Bureau's most valuable assets, and my orders, which you will find a copy of in there, require me to literally, and I quote, 'Die In SSA Reid's Place' if necessary. But, as long as I'm here, all of the resources inside my head and at my disposal--including all of the research and engineering projects I have on the side for DARPA and several advanced aircraft on loan from various armed services for R&D--are available to the Behavioral Analysis Unit in any way I and they can be useful. Wouldn't you agree that it will be more effective if I function alongside this unit rather than as someone 'along for the ride'?"
At this point, his opening salvo fired, the sawed-off heavyweight paused to allow his new "dotted-line" boss to digest the situation...
Tags: Hotch, Rattlesnake
wearing: black MIB-cut 2-button suit with narrow black tie, white 2-pocket tactical shirt, black oxfords, Black #3-tint polarized prescription Ray-Ban Wayfarers with black frames, black-and-silver Hamilton Ventura "MIB Edition" watch
gear: large Solo laptop-case containing Dell Inspiron 9300 17" desktop-replacement and Acer Aspire One D255E netbook with multiple external hard-drives, dual-shoulder rig with two 5" 1911's, Officer's Model .45 on each ankle, derringer and 15-round 1911 magazine strapped to each forearm, multiple Zebra F-701 "skewering" pens in shirt pockets and FBI, DARPA, personal and emergency "Red Line" cellphones