Knowledge is knowing that Halifax gets the job done. Wisdom is knowing that you never question his methods.
(Consider this as pre-TNT)
“Here you go, Sir,” Halifax beamed as he released a binder and let it crash ceremoniously onto Olivier’s desk.
Olivier cocked an eyebrow up at him, “What would this be, Captain?”
“That, my dear Major General, would be the intelligence report from my scouting mission in Drachma. They are planning an attack on us, by the way. I suggest we get reinforcements from Central.”
Olivier’s eyes widened in disbelief as she reached out to retrieve the binder and peeled it open. Even the ice queen couldn’t contain her surprise at its contents.
“How… How did you get this? Captain Ivanov was there for weeks and he didn’t get a sliver of intelligence. You were just assigned this mission a week ago! Explain your methods.”
“Let’s just say that I always deliver in a timely manner,” he walked towards the opened door to her office, leaning in slightly after exiting, “Feel free to take statement in the wrong way.”
Olivier pursed her lips and shook her head.
“Aksel, you’re back!”
Halifax spread out his arms to catch an incoming Cordova, who almost crushed his smaller frame in his embrace, “Hey babe, how have you been?”
“As usual… But I want to know how your mission went!”
“It went well! Thanks for helping me get that uniform.”
“So the plan worked?”
“Of course it did. The guy didn’t even check if I was a real postman. He just let me in and told me to bring the package up to his office. The documents were just left there out in the open. Honestly, I feel kind of bad that the people we’re up against are this stupid.”