Gαℓαнα∂ (Harry Hart) (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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maskormenace2015-08-25 07:49 pm
makethman) wrote in maskormenace2015-08-25 07:49 pm
003 Voice --> anon video + text
[It's been awhile since Harry has addressed the Network as a whole, but after last week's excitement, for lack of a better term, now seemed to be a good time. Busy sounds of sewing machines and idle chatter about fabrics can be heard in the background.]
I'm not usually one for bombastic declarations-- [Because only in some overly polite world might this be considered bombastic.] -- but I thought I should announce that Hart's of Heropa is open for business again.
Though, more importantly, I don't think we'll be networking at the swear in ceremonies in the future, for obvious reasons.
[A small sigh. Weary, but more annoyed than anything.]
I apologize to anyone who may have witnessed my behavior that night. Though it's my understanding that the gas used makes us act unnaturally, that's no excuse to not express my regrets.
[Harry's polite language probably wouldn't have seemed as sincere via text, which is why he sticks to voice-- he does mean it, and not just because more people now have hints about his training.]
On that note. Let's all stick to those with background checks for professional help in the future, shall we?
Are you holding up alright? I may need your help in Heropa. [He's going to avoid talking about what happened like is totally fine and healthy, at least until Eggsy presses.]
I had hoped to give you a demonstration of Kingsman training under better circumstances. How's the leg?
I'm afraid I made a dreadful first impression, so consider this a more personal apology on my part. And a thank you.
I think we should have a chat, Mary.
[More direct than Mrs. Watson, considerably less cordial than his general tone. Not angry, but guarded. She may not even respond, but with him, they'd both been exposed.]
***
[Several hours later, an anonymous video feed appears on the Network, the location currently scrambled. A rather battered looking man sits tied to a chair under blinking fluorescent lights, glaring at the camera. Typing can be heard slightly off screen, and text appears beneath the feed.
I'd like to introduce the Network to Mr. Leskoff. He and his KGB friends have been very busy following us up until recently, and now he's come forward to explain himself. If any of you have questions for one of the people that's been spying on imPorts for the last few months, now's the time.
Don't have the balls to ask any more yourself--
[Obviously, the spy can read what's being typed as well. The dull snap of a silenced pistol firing cuts the man off, however, and he freezes as the bullet punches a hole in the wall immediately behind him.]
Try to stay on topic, Mr. Leskoff. You don't want me to get bored.
I'm not usually one for bombastic declarations-- [Because only in some overly polite world might this be considered bombastic.] -- but I thought I should announce that Hart's of Heropa is open for business again.
Though, more importantly, I don't think we'll be networking at the swear in ceremonies in the future, for obvious reasons.
[A small sigh. Weary, but more annoyed than anything.]
I apologize to anyone who may have witnessed my behavior that night. Though it's my understanding that the gas used makes us act unnaturally, that's no excuse to not express my regrets.
[Harry's polite language probably wouldn't have seemed as sincere via text, which is why he sticks to voice-- he does mean it, and not just because more people now have hints about his training.]
On that note. Let's all stick to those with background checks for professional help in the future, shall we?
Are you holding up alright? I may need your help in Heropa. [He's going to avoid talking about what happened like is totally fine and healthy, at least until Eggsy presses.]
I had hoped to give you a demonstration of Kingsman training under better circumstances. How's the leg?
I'm afraid I made a dreadful first impression, so consider this a more personal apology on my part. And a thank you.
I think we should have a chat, Mary.
[More direct than Mrs. Watson, considerably less cordial than his general tone. Not angry, but guarded. She may not even respond, but with him, they'd both been exposed.]
***
[Several hours later, an anonymous video feed appears on the Network, the location currently scrambled. A rather battered looking man sits tied to a chair under blinking fluorescent lights, glaring at the camera. Typing can be heard slightly off screen, and text appears beneath the feed.
I'd like to introduce the Network to Mr. Leskoff. He and his KGB friends have been very busy following us up until recently, and now he's come forward to explain himself. If any of you have questions for one of the people that's been spying on imPorts for the last few months, now's the time.
Don't have the balls to ask any more yourself--
[Obviously, the spy can read what's being typed as well. The dull snap of a silenced pistol firing cuts the man off, however, and he freezes as the bullet punches a hole in the wall immediately behind him.]
Try to stay on topic, Mr. Leskoff. You don't want me to get bored.
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Well. Those are pedestrian enough without spaceships, I suppose.
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[ You're a swell guy so far, Harry, but you haven't earned nickname rights. ]
People always want to target the Earth. Why? I have no clue.
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Perhaps our obvious charms as a species that can barely get past its own orbit. Or the films.
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[Relatively... speaking]
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