The Grindstone

Phalanx (fā′lăngks′), n. A group of people or things of a similar type forming a compact body or brought together for a common purpose.

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The Grindstone

Post by Issy » Wed Aug 19, 2020 3:09 pm

“You can’t really mean that.” Isuelt dipped her head and arched a brow as she bored a hole through Jason Tatopolous, Deputy Chief of Batten Industries Security.

“Yes I can, and you’re getting a little too comfortable around here, DeRomiano, if you think you can intimidate me with that look.” He volleyed with a glare of his own. “Don’t you know what I used to do before I did this job here?”

“I’m not trying to intimidate you, chief. And I know perfectly well what you did before you worked here. Don’t you know what I did before I worked here?” She folded her arms in their display of one-upmanship.

Jason held her gaze for a long time and finally shrugged and nodded. “Fair point.”

Isuelt’s lips immediately curled into a smile and she winked at him. She had come to enjoy the banter with Tatopolous and felt at home with him almost instantly. Katt had introduced them when she had hired Isuelt and Isuelt appreciated the sort of experience and insight that Tatopolous brought; and he, in turn, valued Isuelt’s moxie and acuity.

“Alright so go ahead and check in with the Watch about the shady shit going on in Old Market,” he held aloft a finger. “But I don’t wanna hear about you coming in late for work because you’ve been out all night jumping from rooftop to goddamned rooftop. Got it?”

“Got it.” She nodded and smirked to him. He knew she was full of it, but what was more, she knew that he personally had no problem with her doing just that. It was all for show. And Isuelt lauded him for his willingness to bend policy for her. “I can see why Mr. Batten snatched you up, you know, chief.”

He pointed a gaze at her, “Don’t try to sweet talk me, DeRomiano. Just make sure you keep your nose clean.”

“I always do.”

“Yeah, you do.” He regarded her for a moment, then offered a compliment of his own. “Damned glad you’re here with us. Batten and his sister were smart to keep you close.”

“You can sweet talk me all you like, chief.” She grinned and Jason simply replied with an exasperated shake of his head.

He waved his hand over his head as he started off back down the hallway, “Go…work a miracle or something, will ya?”

Isuelt chuckled as he watched him walk towards the elevator, she shook her head and took a deep breath. She was glad to be here and on the one hand Jason was right; she was feeling more comfortable around Batten Tower. She had had her reservations before, and when Katt had hired her, it was like a life preserver thrown to her in the middle of a storm. In the beginning, Isuelt had wondered how it was going to work: her being out of the Scathachian loop and into the realm of Batten technology and infrastructure. But truth be told, she was a rather quick study and was able to rise to the challenge, just as Katt gambled she would be. The Scathachians left and something about that made it easier for Isuelt to wipe her slate clean and start anew. Reason for everything, she guessed. She slid her hands into her pockets and leaned against the wall for a moment. It had been some time since she’d seen Katt. She hoped that she was okay. But Katt was Katt; and she’d become more like her adoptive brother with her solitude than she probably realized. Still, Isuelt owed Katt and wished she could think of some way to even begin to repay her.

Before she could go grab some information from Lieutenant Cullen and his Watch sources, Isuelt was due to check in with Leo. Isuelt had been working with his guard and in turn the army entrusted to protecting him. She was pleased with their progress and knew that hey possessed all that she could offer them in fine-tuning their skills. She had even joked with Leo about him being able to walk around the city naked for the day and there would not even be a single news article about it. Isuelt had not only indoctrinated his troops into the razored finesse of the Scathachians, but in how to lead covert movements and missions.

Truth was, she surmised silently to herself as she got onto the elevator, she missed them. She missed certain parts of her old life more than she realized. While she was forever grateful for this fresh start on life, the parts of her old self that helped to mold her were gone: the Scathachians has abandoned her and Rhydin itself, neither of the Battens were around much, and her work was much different now as she was no longer really a part of the larger network of city’s safeguards. Perhaps that was the reason she clung to her friendship with Cullen. He was one of the last shreds of “old life” that was afforded to her. But Cullen would wait until Isuelt had checked in with Leo, another of her favorite threads from the reminiscence tapestry that she was weaving today.
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Re: The Grindstone

Post by Issy » Mon Sep 14, 2020 10:22 am

“So, what was it?” Kyle Pontius’ deep silken voice surprised Isuelt, especially this early in the morning. She managed not to look to startled however, owing to the fact that she hadn’t even finished her first cup of coffee yet. “The homeless in Old Market.” Kyle figured that Isuelt needed a push. He took a few more steps into the conference room where Isuelt was sitting.

“Right,” she began and lifted her chin. Isuelt was no slouch, especially these days. She was clean, sober and healthier than she’d been in a long time. Kyle’s stature, however, was something that was always imposing. He carried himself is such a way as to inject control into every situation he entered, even without saying a word. Isuelt had always admired him for that and had always thought he would have made one hell of a general. “Old Market saw an upswing in violent as well as non-violent crime over the last six months.” She had already visited with Jason Tatopolous and had rendered a report to the security division for records. But she figured Kyle had already read it if he had only wanted that information. “Overall, nothing really fantastic to speak of. It seems to be only citizens and common criminals responsible.”

“But an uptick in frequency?” Kyle sat down at the table where Isuelt had been looking over a few things before officially starting her day.

“Yeah, but not necessarily in intensity.” Her dark brown eyes watched him.

Kyle nodded. “So, no new super villains on the horizon?” He studied her right back.

“None that we can see yet.” She wondered if they were playing chess. Isuelt drew a long breath and sat back against the chair as she exhaled. “No one new.” Her thoughts turned to Renna and how incredible fate was that because of Renna, Isuelt had ended up here at Batten Industries. She also let her thoughts stray to what Renna had told her about what she was up to these days. Isuelt wondered if the woman was upstairs in the penthouse right now.

“Maybe they just miss you.” Kyle leveled his gaze at the warrior, and Isuelt held it. “The city. It misses you not watching over it. The people probably feel your absence, the good people and the bad people. And only now do they realize what an important part of their lives you truly were.” Kyle laced his fingers on the table and relaxed his own posture much like Isuelt had done.

Isuelt parted her lips to speak but was unable. She realized that this was a compliment of the highest order for Kyle and she genuinely appreciated it. She would have spoken now that she had found her tongue, but Kyle continued.

“I understand. The city’s different now. No Ranger, no Spartan, no Zulu, no Scathachians. Maybe we’re not needed. Or maybe we are and we just don’t know it yet.” He paused, perhaps to reassess his own opinions on the matter. “I know this must feel stifling for you,” Kyle gestured around the room and although it was mostly glass looking into the hallway outside, Isuelt knew exactly what he meant. “Being cooped up in here. Goes against your very nature.”

He was right on the money with everything so far, Isuelt smiled. “And how is it you know that?”

“I know your file.”

“My file?”

“Don’t play coy, you know Batten has a file on almost everyone, especially those with codenames.”

Isuelt grinned, “Right.” Her voice was velvety. It did seem like a lifetime ago that she went by “Nails” to anyone around here.

“Anyway, I wanted to personally approach you about another sort of….initiative, if you will. Something more that I think I’d like to get you involved in. And I don’t want to step on any toes around here, so I’ve already discussed it with Tatopolous.

Isuelt arched a brow, very much intrigued. She was mentally salivating. “Oh?’

“Oh.” Kyle nodded and echoed her as his lips stretched into a smile; he knew she was going to love this.
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