ReOrganisation

July 17, 2016:

With the Daemonites routed from The Triskelion, Fury announces a reorganisation. May, Simmons and Rain receive orders (emits by Aspect)

The Triskelion - New York

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NPCs: Nick Fury

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Fade In…

Nick Fury's office is not quite at the top of the Triskelion. It's got a nice view, not that many but Fury himself get to enjoy it. Being called up to this place is kind of like being called to the principal's office. Even if you're not in trouble it occasions some nervousness.

But called people have been. Jemma Simmons, Melinda May and the contractor Rain have all gotten 'the memo'. Get up to the office, double quick. The man with the eyepatch is waiting.

Fury's door is open. It generally is at least cracked. Why not? It's good for the airflow and no one in their right mind is going to bother him. He's standing by the window looking out over that view when people arrive.


When the summons came in, May acknowledged it promptly and even though she knows that the other two got the same message, she tracks them down regardless. Rain is first, and she waits for the witch to finish up what she's doing and brings her along, similarly collecting Jemma so they arrive together and as quickly as possible.

Just before knocking twice and pushing up the door to Fury's office, she looks at Captain and puts one finger to her mouth in a 'shhh' gesture. She's not sure how the SHIELD director will respond to the honestly smart-mouthed feline.


The witch and her cat will turn up. The orange feline is listed as a 'morale officer'. And indeed, junior agents might spend time getting a scritch or tummy rub in. Office cats best cats, yes? Regardless, the two will come exactly as May summons them. "Mmhmm," Captain nods at May. "Alright." He'll be good… maybe. He IS a cat, after all. Rain looks nervous. It doesn't take much to intimidate the socially recalcitrant and generally cowardly witch.


Jemma had been working on some tests for some strange DNA that had been found when the memo came in. It's taken her a little longer than Fury probably expected for her to arrive. Afterall, she had to make sure the tests were running and lock down her workstation.

It might confuse Rain and May to catch a glimpse of Jemma's back as she heads down the corridor in the opposite direction, particularly when her voice sounds from behind. "I'm here, May." quietly. Fury is skeery.


"Come inside, close the door." Fury says. Once the door is closed he turns to look at the assembled group. His regard is… intense, for having one eye. His silence is… unnerving. It always is.

"So. Sitrep people. A week ago I had an organization full of God damn aliens. Now I'm down a Director of Logistics and about a hundred agents of various kinds. Someone catch me up. Can you tell me with certainty that SHIELD is clear?"

It's interesting that Fury is asking for information. He's generally the man who has it all. In this case, for those who know him, it's probably a matter of him confirming what he already suspects. Then again, the daemonite infestation had made trusting agents in high positions rather difficult… so there's that.

"Well?"


Melinda May stops in front of Fury's desk and doesn't even think to take a seat. "We've swept all divisions in the Triskelion, and every Daemonite-controlled person has been cleared. Security has also been increased so no one goes in or out of this building without being checked from Daemonite presence." She doesn't say it aloud, but she knows that Jemma has also sent a trusted agent to touch base with all remote SHIELD locations in the US to weed out any Daemonites there as well. And May approved her choice. Gorman is a trustworthy agent. Despite the moustache.


Rain listens. Captain is draped, staring intently. The cat says nothing, his tail flicking. Not even a quip about the 'stache. Amazing. Though, who knows how long that will last. Rain nods, as May speaks. Hopefully the magic GPS research has been helping. At least, more so than the desire drive toaster.

She looks uncertain, trying to speak. But she's kind of - intimidated. A lot. So stick to nodding at May. Nodnodnod.


"Not with 100% certainty, no Director." Jemma answers "But we have implemented new scanning and onboarding processes. I do imagine we will find the odd Daemonite over the next few weeks." She's ready for him to bellow about that. "There are a limited number of Daemonite Detectors and a handful of agents that we trust with them. Agent Gorman is checking the remote outpost."

"As May says though, the Triskelion is clear. Director Howitzer is under observation medbay and the other agents are all being monitored." It was a miracle really that not many had died, although the pyschological trauma was expansive.


"Keep them there. I'll want a full workup on them physical and mental." The fact is neither Fury nor anyone else knows what the long term effects of Daemonite possession are and in his position these are not risks he can afford to take.

The report that the Tri is clear and SHIELD should be reasonably clear gets a nod from Fury. "Good. I'm going to be tied up in Council meetings for the next little bit. The good news is that I'm fairly sure none of them will want to break up the organization so we will keep operating as normal. The bad news is that I do expect that they'll cut the budget some. That shouldn't affect our operational capacity though… since I'm going to have to shut down about two thirds of our projects and streamline everything else."

That will affect SHIELD's operational capacity but there's nothing for it. SHIELD had so many projects compromised and so many agents in key positions now in the for post-possession observation that Fury has no choice but to reorganize the the Division.

"We'll be going to smaller, leaner units for a time. May I want you to increase your staffing. Find people you can use. For now, your agents are our best line of defense against any detected Daemonites or meta-class threats. We won't leave you hanging for too long though. I'm going to be authorizing the formation of special Covert Action Teams to deal with internal security matters and external threats like the continuing Daemonite presence on earth along with whatever else is out there. I can't do that until we have some suitable people for it and I don't want your WAND agents doing double duty permanentaly, so keep your eyes peeled for any suitable people. 'Special abilities' would be helpful."

Nick Fury has a lot of options when it comes to getting 'special help' including a deal with a certain secretive team of cyborgs and mutants but he's not going to advertase that in this room and in any case he wants something more fully 'on the books'. Something he can defend in the Council if he has to.

The black clad man's cyclopean gaze turns to Jemma. "Simmons, I want you to work on the subjects and tech we captured to get as up to speed as fast as possible. I'm placing you over a Sci-Tech special project whose mission will be to develop our capabilities and understanding against unusual threats. Beg, borrow or steal a staff. You'll coordinate with May and report to me until we reorganize the Sci-Tech Division and Academy."

And now it's Rain's turn. "Now. While we were doing this, someone went and blew up an American city less than three hundred miles from here." He means Steel City. "What can you tell me about it?"


Rain freezes. Nick Fury hunts by sight, right? Captain sighs, batbatbats her head. The witch is still stiff, but loosens up a little. "So far, it's been the subject of a magic ritual. We are not sure who yet. It will kill humans who are not protected- like uuh, magical radiation but with more sudden death and less cancer," She explains. It would be funny if the subject weren't so DARK.

"Miss Zatanna has made a few amulets for agents. It helps them for about an hour. And magic users don't seem to be bothered or affected. But uh. There's a lot of monsters, and the city's been taken over."


No, May doesn't have to ask which city Fury is referring to. She already knows, and adds to what Rain already offered. "A large number of the population were turned to salt." Yes, she knows the biblical connotations. "With specialized assistance we've managed to make sure the area is clear of any surviving civilians, but now we're working on the source of the magical effect and who triggered it." She actually hesitates for a moment. "We're assembling teams and going in to do what we can, but the limited resources we have," and by that she means the amulets that Zatanna has made so far, "are preventing us from proceeding any more quickly."


"I intended too, Sir." Jemma responds in regards to the physical and mental workups. She'd already started, knowing the mental effects seem to fade after a week.

"Uh… my own project… uh… are you su—-" She babbles at the other instruction he just gave her. "I … will. We've a number of Daemonites in ice and as soon as I can restrain one sufficiently, I'll be waking one and … doing some testing." It's the scientist in her that drives to her to want to know more. That and the fact these things are dangerous.

All in all, the work isn't that much different to what she's been doing lately. Just more focussed and maybe she'll get some dedicated resources.

"I've already started on the work side of things."


Fury fixes Jemma with a look. "Good. Then you won't have any problems hitting the ground running." That was not a question or a suggestion, naturally.

"So Steel City got Halloween crossed with Chernobyl. Keep working on it. The last thing I want is a destabilizing influence right on our doorstep. You're an engineer. Engineer me something so that I can keep agents in there longer who aren't part of Team Hocus Pocus." It's important to note that what Nick does not tell Rain (and by extension May) is 'fix it.'. If it hasn't been fixed by now he knows that it's a serious and long term problem. That doesn't mean he doesn't want his people working and keeping an eye on it though. Any kind of idea will be better than the quarentine currently in effect.

"Alright you all have your orders. I have a house to clean, May you have a house to set in order. I want a team of WAND specialists on standby until we can get another solution in place. We're not getting caught out by the next big thing that comes. If any of you have any hints of what the hell the next big thing might be I want a report on my desk within the hour. Oh, one more thing May. I've got what's left of InOps giving me reports of renewed HYDRA activity on all fronts. Check in with your guy and see what he thinks. You know who I mean."

He looks around the room. "Well? Do you need an engraved invitation? Get moving!"


"Oooh, graved invit—" Rain stuffs the cat into her shirt, hurridly. "Yes, sir." She nods. "I'll see what we can do. Maybe we can make something in tandem with the magic and strange energy GPS," She muses. "Okay, less chat more soldering." And the witch is going to scamper.


Fury fixes Jemma with a look. "Good. Then you won't have any problems hitting the ground running." That was not a question or a suggestion, naturally.

"So Steel City got Halloween crossed with Chernobyl. Keep working on it. The last thing I want is a destabilizing influence right on our doorstep. You're an engineer. Engineer me something so that I can keep agents in there longer who aren't part of Team Hocus Pocus." It's important to note that what Nick does not tell Rain (and by extension May) is 'fix it.'. If it hasn't been fixed by now he knows that it's a serious and long term problem. That doesn't mean he doesn't want his people working and keeping an eye on it though. Any kind of idea will be better than the quarentine currently in effect.

"Speaking of Team Weird Shit, I want you three to take a copy of the Index to WAND, do whatever voodoo you have to do lock it up nice and safe and then destory the rest. Purge it from the systems. I don't want it falling into anyone's hands and if it hasn't already it came damn close. No more."

"Alright you all have your orders. I have a house to clean, May you have a house to set in order. I want a team of WAND specialists on standby until we can get another solution in place. We're not getting caught out by the next big thing that comes. If any of you have any hints of what the hell the next big thing might be I want a report on my desk within the hour. Oh, one more thing May. I've got what's left of InOps giving me reports of renewed HYDRA activity on all fronts. Check in with your guy and see what he thinks. You know who I mean."

He looks around the room. "Well? Do you need an engraved invitation? Get moving!"


"Oooh, graved invit—" Rain stuffs the cat into her shirt, hurridly. "Yes, sir." She nods. "I'll see what we can do. Maybe we can make something in tandem with the magic and strange energy GPS," She muses. "Okay, less chat more soldering." And the witch is going to scamper.


Melinda May nods to Fury as he lists off the new tasks and duties for her. At the mention of securing and burying the Index, she glances toward Rain. "I have an idea for that, sir. Rain has access to a secure facility that is completely inaccessible by conventional means." She's discussed it with the witch before, and she has every intention of making sure that if Fury wants to make use of the 'Warehouse', that SHIELD will compensate the witch accordingly.

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