11-28-2019, 07:28 AM
Department of Internal Security, Center for Data Analysis, Litudinem
November 27th, 2019 - 1:45 PM
“Your algorithm has turned up 36 potential candidates?! I’m very impressed Jackson”
James Maguire Gabe our praise as often as he gave out Christmas gifts to his staff, which is to say very rarely. As such, it came as a tremendous shock to the two other individuals in the room to see their stone faced director shower an employee with compliments. As could be assumed, the recipient of these compliments, Alex Jackson, was utterly elated.
“I say we move on to phase two of the plan I pitched you yesterday!” Jackson enthusiastically replied. “Deploy the agents tonight even. There is nothing you have to loose! Tomorrow, based on the results of today, we can start bringing in candidates. Then we should be able to identify who your mole is. It’s as easy as that.”
Deputy Director Allen, the final agent present in the room, was incredulous.
“Director, I think you may want to take a step back on this one. Respectfully, the idea and algorithm is a brilliant idea but it is my opinion that it endangers far too many Maximusian lives. Interrogating an Aurora is one thing. What you are doing is finding a needle in a haystack by burning the haystack!”
Maguire looked pointedly at Allen and smiled before quickly replying.
“Deputy Director Allen, We are burning a haystack to find a needle. You are correct. What you are leaving out is the fact that we are saving an entire barn worth of hay by burning this one, to continue using your rather odd analogy.” The director stood up, as if to further accentuate his point, then marched stood from his seat and crossed the small conference room where the meeting was taking place and stoped behind the chair of Jackson. He went on with his statement from that position.
Agent Jackson, you have done well. We will use your plan to locate our mole. I will deploy my agents immediately to begin preparing for the “test” of your plan tonight. I will do this only if you give me your word that this plan is entirely your idea and that, in the event of a catastrophic failure, you will take full blame for any failure. Do you agree to these terms?”
Jackson nervously looked up from his notes to his boss. He looked into the fish-like eyes of the director and knew that, should anything go wrong, James Maguire would place 100% of the blame on his shoulders. Those eyes were simply not the type to lie about such a thing. Never the less, Jackson had already put nearly 20 hours into his plan and coding the computer algorithm, there was no going back now.
“Director, I, Alexander Jackson, eight year employee of the Department of Internal Security and Data Analysis supervisor, do willfully, and with full knowledge of the ramifications of my actions, swear on my life and my sacred honor, that the entirety of the plan I have just described to Director Maguire and Deputy Director Allen is of my own invention and, therefore, entirely my responsibility. I acknowledge that should anything go awry during the planning or execution of my suggested operation, I will be the sole individual held responsible.”
Maguire returned to his chair as Jackson wiped the sweat from his brow. The director looked slightly less disappointed in the world than he usually did, prompting Alexander Jackson to smile a little.
“Run us through the exact details of your plan again.” Allen blurted our, ruining the mood. “I want to get a few things straight.”
Jackson, who had already grown to despise the young deputy director, plastered the fakest smile he could muster before beginning his second round of explanations. Such is my life in this line of work, he mused to himself.
November 27th, 2019 - 1:45 PM
“Your algorithm has turned up 36 potential candidates?! I’m very impressed Jackson”
James Maguire Gabe our praise as often as he gave out Christmas gifts to his staff, which is to say very rarely. As such, it came as a tremendous shock to the two other individuals in the room to see their stone faced director shower an employee with compliments. As could be assumed, the recipient of these compliments, Alex Jackson, was utterly elated.
“I say we move on to phase two of the plan I pitched you yesterday!” Jackson enthusiastically replied. “Deploy the agents tonight even. There is nothing you have to loose! Tomorrow, based on the results of today, we can start bringing in candidates. Then we should be able to identify who your mole is. It’s as easy as that.”
Deputy Director Allen, the final agent present in the room, was incredulous.
“Director, I think you may want to take a step back on this one. Respectfully, the idea and algorithm is a brilliant idea but it is my opinion that it endangers far too many Maximusian lives. Interrogating an Aurora is one thing. What you are doing is finding a needle in a haystack by burning the haystack!”
Maguire looked pointedly at Allen and smiled before quickly replying.
“Deputy Director Allen, We are burning a haystack to find a needle. You are correct. What you are leaving out is the fact that we are saving an entire barn worth of hay by burning this one, to continue using your rather odd analogy.” The director stood up, as if to further accentuate his point, then marched stood from his seat and crossed the small conference room where the meeting was taking place and stoped behind the chair of Jackson. He went on with his statement from that position.
Agent Jackson, you have done well. We will use your plan to locate our mole. I will deploy my agents immediately to begin preparing for the “test” of your plan tonight. I will do this only if you give me your word that this plan is entirely your idea and that, in the event of a catastrophic failure, you will take full blame for any failure. Do you agree to these terms?”
Jackson nervously looked up from his notes to his boss. He looked into the fish-like eyes of the director and knew that, should anything go wrong, James Maguire would place 100% of the blame on his shoulders. Those eyes were simply not the type to lie about such a thing. Never the less, Jackson had already put nearly 20 hours into his plan and coding the computer algorithm, there was no going back now.
“Director, I, Alexander Jackson, eight year employee of the Department of Internal Security and Data Analysis supervisor, do willfully, and with full knowledge of the ramifications of my actions, swear on my life and my sacred honor, that the entirety of the plan I have just described to Director Maguire and Deputy Director Allen is of my own invention and, therefore, entirely my responsibility. I acknowledge that should anything go awry during the planning or execution of my suggested operation, I will be the sole individual held responsible.”
Maguire returned to his chair as Jackson wiped the sweat from his brow. The director looked slightly less disappointed in the world than he usually did, prompting Alexander Jackson to smile a little.
“Run us through the exact details of your plan again.” Allen blurted our, ruining the mood. “I want to get a few things straight.”
Jackson, who had already grown to despise the young deputy director, plastered the fakest smile he could muster before beginning his second round of explanations. Such is my life in this line of work, he mused to himself.