Post by Morgan Jones on Mar 24, 2012 14:00:55 GMT -8
12 December, 9:04 pm
Not many people got to say that going to the local pub was a work benefit, but then again, not many people worked for the government. Morgan wasn't here to drink, as many of the patrons were. She had a much more subtle, much more dangerous game to play. Reports of suspicious activity had filtered through her networks. Rumors of people randomly appearing behind the Abbey, ordering drinks nobody had heard of, and then just as randomly disappearing once they were back in the shadows? That sounded suspiciously like her quarry.
Not much was known about the magic kind. Previous Prime Ministers had been interviewed for their experiences in dealing with the so-called "Ministers of Magic" and several traits had been established. None of them really fit any of the patrons here, but Jones doubted very much that all was well with the wizarding world.
For example, leading up to the current period of silence, several panicked visits had been made by the Ministers of Magic. A prison escape, magical beings running amok, so called dark wizards gaining power, then assurance of their defeat, and then...silence. It didn't take much of an analytic mind to jump to the conclusion that there had been a coup. That the current magical leadership (if there was any) hadn't contacted the Prime Minister spoke ill of previously established relationships. Any student of history could tell you about the Inquisition days. What if the reverse was about to happen?
She took a sip of soda and reviewed her case notes. She and the hounds stood in the way of a hypothetical reverse inquisition. Humanity had numbers, for one thing. All of the Magical Ministers had assured the Prime Minister that the wizarding kind had a low population. They were intrigued and confused by modern technology, wrote notes on parchment with quills, and seemed very anachronistic according to the interview reports. All of this led Jones to suspect that not only did she have a numbers advantage in preparing for the worst, but a technological advantage as well. Sure, they probably knew enough to blend in, but they didn't use social media, they didn't use phones, they weren't intimately familiar with the transportation system...a myriad of other things were beyond them. She had an entire team devoted to exploring that particular little advantage, and they were coming up with good things.
Jones wrote a note in short-hand, reminding herself to visit the IT department tomorrow to see if any surveillance footage was worth reviewing. There was a lot of data to sift through with the street cameras, but several possible targets had been identified so far. Soon, she mused, the time would come to not just track, but apprehend and question. That would be, if pulled off correctly, a sweet day.
Not many people got to say that going to the local pub was a work benefit, but then again, not many people worked for the government. Morgan wasn't here to drink, as many of the patrons were. She had a much more subtle, much more dangerous game to play. Reports of suspicious activity had filtered through her networks. Rumors of people randomly appearing behind the Abbey, ordering drinks nobody had heard of, and then just as randomly disappearing once they were back in the shadows? That sounded suspiciously like her quarry.
Not much was known about the magic kind. Previous Prime Ministers had been interviewed for their experiences in dealing with the so-called "Ministers of Magic" and several traits had been established. None of them really fit any of the patrons here, but Jones doubted very much that all was well with the wizarding world.
For example, leading up to the current period of silence, several panicked visits had been made by the Ministers of Magic. A prison escape, magical beings running amok, so called dark wizards gaining power, then assurance of their defeat, and then...silence. It didn't take much of an analytic mind to jump to the conclusion that there had been a coup. That the current magical leadership (if there was any) hadn't contacted the Prime Minister spoke ill of previously established relationships. Any student of history could tell you about the Inquisition days. What if the reverse was about to happen?
She took a sip of soda and reviewed her case notes. She and the hounds stood in the way of a hypothetical reverse inquisition. Humanity had numbers, for one thing. All of the Magical Ministers had assured the Prime Minister that the wizarding kind had a low population. They were intrigued and confused by modern technology, wrote notes on parchment with quills, and seemed very anachronistic according to the interview reports. All of this led Jones to suspect that not only did she have a numbers advantage in preparing for the worst, but a technological advantage as well. Sure, they probably knew enough to blend in, but they didn't use social media, they didn't use phones, they weren't intimately familiar with the transportation system...a myriad of other things were beyond them. She had an entire team devoted to exploring that particular little advantage, and they were coming up with good things.
Jones wrote a note in short-hand, reminding herself to visit the IT department tomorrow to see if any surveillance footage was worth reviewing. There was a lot of data to sift through with the street cameras, but several possible targets had been identified so far. Soon, she mused, the time would come to not just track, but apprehend and question. That would be, if pulled off correctly, a sweet day.