Warren had yet to pass out when Tanaka came in a second time, his mind going over what she had said and he doing far better in the situation than he would have thought himself possible.  He was drunk, dead drunk.  And had he not been the type to have experience with that state of mind she probably could have gotten away with anything during that second time around.  Thankfully though he'd kept his wits about him for that.  As he did for the conversation which took place directly after it.<br/><br/>"Well Lieutenant, you certainly know how to make yourself at home."  Captain Douglas.  The commanding officer of this ship and the man who had single handidly saved an entire Regiment (or what was left of it), spoke as if he was old friends with Warren.  Douglas would no doubt either get a promotion, maybe even a new ship if he played his cards right.  Not that Douglas would ever take a different ship.  He'd let the Admiralty promote him as high Captain if they wanted, but even still he wouldn't give up his command of the<em>Kidd</em>. "And at ease.  You giving a proper salute could take a while I am thinking."  Douglas said with only a little sting, Warren sneering as he made himself comfertable in his chair again.<br/><br/>"Ever ready to accept the hospitality of the Her Majesty's Navy Captain." Warren said raising a glass in salute, something he was very proficiant at.  He then poured the Captain a glass of scotch and the two made another silent salute before getting down to business.<br/><br/>"So I do hope that you fully understand what it is you are agreeing to Lieutenant.  That this rather lovely scotch hasn't gone to your head and made you think this something not worth considering."  If there was ever any threat in Douglas, it made itself very clear now.<br/><br/>Warren took a long sip and then really looked at a man.  Then he thought of what type of man would make this sort of offer.  The kind that had his hands in a lot more things than just the affairs of of Admiralty House that is for sure.  Warren wouldn't be suprised if Douglas had a whole rolladex of persons in debt to him.  Using each one for which ever affairs he might need sorted out.  Warren also wouldn't be suprised if Douglas held onto those favours for a very long time, using them only when he had too.  Knowing that even just the threat of calling in a chip was vast power unto itself.  "I understand well enough Captain.  Well enough indeed."  Warren took another sip then set his glass on the table.  "Know however that no matter what two services you require of me, I am an Imperial Officer.  I can't just move around at your beck and call."<br/><br/>"I am aware of that good sir.  And don't you worry.  I think you'll find that when I do call in my favours not only you, but your entire platoon, will have plenty of free time to commite tasks."  Douglas said cheerfully, taking another pleseant sip of scotch.<br/><br/>"My platoon?"  Warren said, an edge to his tone.<br/><br/>"Yes.  Your platoon.  The one favour I already have in mind requires a platoon to complete.  I figured you would bring your own, but if you want to pay for mercenaries be my guest."  Douglas shrugged happily and watched Warren for a reaction.<br/><br/>Well there was the catch wasn't it.  Warren wanted yell scream and throatle this Navy prick, but even this drunk he knew better.  The guy likely had a weapon on him and could draw faster than Warren ever could in this state.  And likely beat the shit out of him besides the normal advantage in Warren's favour.  Being shit faced drunk tended to take that away.<br/><br/>"Everyone will be paid handsomely for success I assure you.  Explain it to your people as privatering rather than fulfilling a debt."  Douglas explained.  And Warren had to admit it was a good idea.  For those who did actually get paid for their service in the Guard(not many), it was shit.  So any chance to make some cash was something most soldiers lept at.<br/><br/>"Fair enough...But they will be safe?  No PD could touch them?"  Warren asked, a bite to his own voice now.<br/><br/>"The Commonwealth protects Her own and those under Her protection very well Warren.  Especially if it pisses of Imperial PD."  Douglas raise a glass, and with a clink the deal was sealed.  Other details were worked out but that cheers was the real end of it.  Douglas left slightly buzzed, and Warren more trashed than he could think of in a long time.  Second the door closer Warren was out cold slumped on his desk.<br/><br/><div align="center">***</div><br/>"Mother fucker."  The LT said after reading the note he found on his desk.  One hell of a way to make a first impression.  But after reading the guys file and another he found within his pile of new personle he knew the situation could be recovered.  Warren called for a runner just then, getting himself a tall glass of ice water, which he refilled multitple times, and handing the Enisgn a note.<br/><br/>"Find Specialist David Feather and Staff Sergeant Maxine Conisara and bring them both back here immediately."  Warren said to the young man, sending him off and then tending to himself.  He put the booze on a serparte table, quickly washed the glasses and set them beside the bottle (why try and hide what everyone knew?) and then tended to himself.  He washed his face and ran water through his hair, feeling more alive instantly.  He fixed his uniform to not prestine condition, but one fitting a combat officer.  He then sat down and began sorting through the large amounts of paper work he had.<br/><br/>When Feather and Conisara arrived he returned the salute non-chalantly, told them to relax and take a seat.  Bringing their files before him he quickly went over both, then looked up at the two.  "How you two feel of about being my go to sniper team for this operation?"