Given the Frequency, the Banzai Institute was probably aware of this about the same time it happened. The Institute's legal staff, led by David "Bob
the Philosopher" Roberts, J.D., NCC, will be calling short after this, offering their services pro bono.
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"Malaclypse Fnord, please." Bob Roberts had his headset on. His left hand was typing a search string onto the Harvard Law Library search engine.
(Cornell was the second tab and was already running the search.) His right hand was jotting notes down on a printout of the information that he'd gotten on
the subpoena sent Upstairs, plans of action to investigate the sources of this inquiry. Senator Kellerman was supposed to be a well-meaning, if pig-headed
politician, and not under the influence of any Black Hats. However, the World Crime League had already shown it could influence through lobbyists, so Bob was
going to have the Institute's hounds take a sniff around. His eyes were directing Linden to take what was left of the baklava' Bob was going to be too
busy to finish his lunch. An email to his wife hovered behind the search websites, requiring only a second or three to send it off and let her know that
he'd be a few minutes late. He shifted to it with deft Alt-Tab, typed a few final words, and sent it off.
No one could multitask like Bob the Philosopher, especially when he smelled an impending witch hunt.
"General? Philosopher Bob here. From the Institute. Word on the Grapevine says that a senior Senator from the Midwest sent you a letter today. We've
got some advance information on that, and Buckaroo said we should share. Something about Ben Franklin and hanging together. Yeah, that's the quote. We can
have a team of duly designated advocates at your door in about two hours, if you want the help."
Bob listened for a moment, then nodded, and said, "That sounds like Mr. Hunt. Still, we will be glad to work with his counsel on this one. Consider it an
act of solidarity. We Blazers are big on that sort of thing." He scribbled something else on the printout and handed it to Lober, pointing at the circled
note that read, "Fax this to Stellvia's Legal Rep. ASAP!!"
"General, if we can't convince Kellerman that he's misinformed, I'm pretty sure we can convince the Congress that this is a waste of time. No
sir, I wouldn't want to do it that way, but sometimes the facts have trouble getting past someone's idea of the Truth, if you take my meaning. Consider
it a Plan B." He listened again, taking notes on the closest legal pad, before replying, "Right. We'll get with Noah's counsel and Cal. We
need to coordinate our defense as well. I'm sure that the Boss and the Cavaliers will be called in as well."
Ebony the Black Dragon
http://ebony14.livejournal.com
"Good night, and may the Good Lord take a Viking to you."
the Philosopher" Roberts, J.D., NCC, will be calling short after this, offering their services pro bono.
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"Malaclypse Fnord, please." Bob Roberts had his headset on. His left hand was typing a search string onto the Harvard Law Library search engine.
(Cornell was the second tab and was already running the search.) His right hand was jotting notes down on a printout of the information that he'd gotten on
the subpoena sent Upstairs, plans of action to investigate the sources of this inquiry. Senator Kellerman was supposed to be a well-meaning, if pig-headed
politician, and not under the influence of any Black Hats. However, the World Crime League had already shown it could influence through lobbyists, so Bob was
going to have the Institute's hounds take a sniff around. His eyes were directing Linden to take what was left of the baklava' Bob was going to be too
busy to finish his lunch. An email to his wife hovered behind the search websites, requiring only a second or three to send it off and let her know that
he'd be a few minutes late. He shifted to it with deft Alt-Tab, typed a few final words, and sent it off.
No one could multitask like Bob the Philosopher, especially when he smelled an impending witch hunt.
"General? Philosopher Bob here. From the Institute. Word on the Grapevine says that a senior Senator from the Midwest sent you a letter today. We've
got some advance information on that, and Buckaroo said we should share. Something about Ben Franklin and hanging together. Yeah, that's the quote. We can
have a team of duly designated advocates at your door in about two hours, if you want the help."
Bob listened for a moment, then nodded, and said, "That sounds like Mr. Hunt. Still, we will be glad to work with his counsel on this one. Consider it an
act of solidarity. We Blazers are big on that sort of thing." He scribbled something else on the printout and handed it to Lober, pointing at the circled
note that read, "Fax this to Stellvia's Legal Rep. ASAP!!"
"General, if we can't convince Kellerman that he's misinformed, I'm pretty sure we can convince the Congress that this is a waste of time. No
sir, I wouldn't want to do it that way, but sometimes the facts have trouble getting past someone's idea of the Truth, if you take my meaning. Consider
it a Plan B." He listened again, taking notes on the closest legal pad, before replying, "Right. We'll get with Noah's counsel and Cal. We
need to coordinate our defense as well. I'm sure that the Boss and the Cavaliers will be called in as well."
Ebony the Black Dragon
http://ebony14.livejournal.com
"Good night, and may the Good Lord take a Viking to you."