2010-04-06: Change Of Assignment



Date: April 6, 2010


Daniel gets summoned by the boss and gets a change of assignment, much to his chagrin.

"Change of Assignment"

A Random Alley — NYC

Alleys might be scary places for the masses, but for Nathan they're the only way to travel these days. Leaning against a brick building, the Senator doesn't exactly appear Senatorial. In fact, he's dressed like a thug — aviator sunglasses, black jeans, a white v-neck t-shirt, and a black leather jacket. Alley's aren't only modes of travel, but good meeting places, and so Nathan waits.

This is not a good idea, Daniel's thinking to himself. Thus far, this has to be the worst assignment he's ever had. Yes, worse than even running over IED's in the Middle East. He's baby sitting a disappearing senator, whom he's only spoken to on the rare occasion, like this morning, when this meeting was arranged. While not dressed like a thug, he definitely looks like a professional… hit man. Dark suit, no glasses though. He walks into the alley, on full alert, as if expecting an attack any second. As he approaches Nathan, his jaw is set and he's clearly displeased.

Good idea or not, this is where the pair are meeting. Nathan removes his sunglasses to examine Daniel better before pushing himself off the wall. His jaw is also tightly set, his eyes are narrowed, and his lips frown just a little. He manages the makings of a smile for his staff member, however. "Taylor," he says gruffly.

"Senator," Daniel greets in return with a stiff nod. Even as he looks at the Senator, his gaze is busily scanning the alley. That gun under his jacket is within easy reach as well. "With all due respect sir, you wanna tell me what the hell we're doing meeting like criminals?"

"I can't afford to be recognized. Not yet," Nathan counters. "I haven't been sick. The news reports are propaganda from a government gone wrong." He swallows hard as his jaw tightens further. Maybe this isn't one of his brighter ideas, yet he's here anyways.

"I kinda figured you weren't sick and that it was a load of B.S." Daniel may be used to following orders, but he's no idiot. Although, his gaze hardens and his eyes narrow as Nathan starts on about propaganda. "Uh-huh. If that's the case, then why aren't you letting me do my job?"

A mirthless smirk spreads across Nathan's features — something akin to Logan's smile — like the cat that just caught the canary. "I was taken prisoner by our own government. Without charge or trial. That's why I've been out of touch." Of course, he's been out for a good month or so, but this detail is left out. "And I want you doing your job. Hence the meeting. Like criminals." This is what it means to be a fugitive.

Daniel raises a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. The man's been a lifelong servant of the government. He's seen a lot of bullsh*t in the field, government interference with missions. Hell, if it hadn't of been for some pantywaist in D.C., Bin Laden may have been shot dead on the field by now. But this? This is a bit hard to swallow. "Back up, you're telling me, the United States government took a Senator prisoner? Without charge or trial?" Knowing a little of Nathan's background, Daniel's more likely to believe the Senator was chained to the bed of some pretty woman for a whole month. "I'm finding this a bit hard to swallow sir, but please, proceed."

"It seems impossible. It should be impossible. Yet it happened." The smirk is long gone, replaced by the weariness that has become Nathan's constant companion over the last three months. "I don't believe the President is the man in charge of the operation I've been trying to halt. In fact, I have reason to believe terrorists are acquiring weapons of mass destruction through government contracts that he knows nothing about."

Color Daniel skeptical until he sees hard proof of this. "Alright, I'll go with that for now," even if he's not buying it, and is still thinking Nathan was off being a ladies' man. It's very tempting to ask, no really, who was she? Yet, he refrains. "As corrupt as our government has become, it's hard to say," that, Daniel does believe. He's been on the receiving end of a bogged down bureaucratic system. Then, Nathan goes and says a few magic words there, "That sir, is something that needs to be shut down and the perpetrators charged with treason."

"Agreed," Nathan nods. "Frankly, I'm in the process of blowing the whistle on all of this, a task that is difficult considering I'm a fugitive from the very government I work for." The weariness has now reached his voice, yet his tone still contains a measure of determination, resolve, perhaps. "But to do so…" his eyebrows furrow, "… I'm making more enemies than I imagined possible…"

"So, you need all the security you can get. I'm part of your security team, and if you're gonna need protection, I'm going to need to know where the Hell you are so that I can keep an eye on you." Daniel's tone isn't exactly dressing down, since Nathan is his boss and superior. Yet there is a hint of it in his words. The former soldier still isn't buying this story of government conspiracy. (Although, something about Nathan's behavior is sending up a red flag.)

"Not me, and not yet," Nathan shakes his head while crossing his arms over his chest. "When I expose this, I'm not concerned about my own life," in fact, as far as Nathan is concerned, it may or may not be forfeit, particularly after talking to his mother; collateral damage, one life for the lives of many. "Simon and Monty are off somewhere undisclosed with their mother. They're safe. But…" he frowns "…I have a twenty year old daughter. I don't know if anyone knows about her, but she shouldn't have to suffer because of me." Even if she is immortal-ish, the drugs the Protocols could pump Claire with would take that away probably.

Daniel's expression changes to a flat out scowl now. "Sir, I was hired to be on YOUR security team, meaning protecting your life. In case you hadn't noticed, I'm not too happy thus far with my job because I haven't been able to fulfill the objective." He doesn't look surprised at all about Nathan having an unknown daughter. Gee, why would that be? "I'm glad your wife and sons are safe, as for your daughter.." Son of a bitch. Daniel thinks he can see where this is going and he'll cave. He's got a daughter himself, just turned eighteen.

The Senator hmmms. "She's currently in hiding, and safe as far as I know. Her name is Claire Bennet." He reaches into his jacket pocket and passes a photo of Claire to Daniel. "Her adoptive father is very resourceful, but — " missing in action? " — not as resourceful as ex-military." Although Noah probably is and Nathan knows it. "I'd like you to look out for her. Theoretically she isn't going out much these days…"

Daniel takes the picture and looks over it, a frown still on his face. Dammit, this could be his own kid. "Alright sir. Where do I find her, if I'm to look out for her?" A string of swearing goes on inside his head. Regardless of what's going on that he isn't completely aware of, this is a royal mess.

"I'll send you the address in the next few days," Nathan says quietly. "But try to be discrete, she won't know you're looking out for her…" Yes, this only spells disaster and Nate knows it, but he's worried and really can't help it. "She's just a kid."

"Alright. I can arrange a stake-out style situation on keeping an eye on her. That seems to be the best." Hell, Daniel tracked Taliban all over freaking Afghanistan, looking after Claire on the sly should be a piece of cake.

"Thank-you," Nathan replies with a small sigh. "I figured you could arrange something." He smiles wearily. "And I am doing my job, I haven't forgotten my duty to the people of New York." And the rest of the country for that matter.

"I'll need a way to send you status updates," and to keep tabs on the Senator. Daniel hands the picture of Claire back to Nathan. He's good at committing pictures of 'targets' to memory. "I'm sure you're doing the best you can under the circumstances."

"I have a cellphone. It's disposable and I've purchased multiples and thrown them out," he reaches into his jacket again and extracts what looks like a business card, but the only thing printed on it is a phone number in Nathan's scrawled handwriting. "We always do the best we can, sometimes it's just not very good." He issues Daniel a very strained very weak smile.

Daniel takes the card, looks at the number and puts it to memory, but does pocket it. Just in case. "I know the feeling sir. Both at home, in our jobs and in the field." He stares straight at Nathan and says, "I'll look after her like she was my own daughter."

"Thank-you," Nathan manages again. "I'll keep you informed of my progress as well," he says with a nod. And with that, his eyes are masked by the sunglasses once again before he takes a few steps away from the alley and his staff member, rounding the corner to get out. Everything seems to be arranged, and now all he has to do is wait for the press conference…

Daniel can't help it, he stays put in the alley, waiting, listening. He wants to make sure that Nathan gets away safely. Once he's assured of that, he departs himself.

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