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turnonmyheels: Walter tries to build his own intersect, whacky crossover hijinks ensue
Philip Broyles’ stoneface was legendary even in the FBI, where hiding reactions had been a useful career skill since J. Edgar was shacking up with Tolson. But Olivia was starting to get just a bit nervous.
“He did what?”
Though the look in Astrid’s eyes said very clearly that she was surprised that Broyles was surprised, her voice was as calm and calming as ever. “It’s called an intersect. It can deposit a hard drive’s worth of information and analysis into a subject’s head. When it works.”
“And I take it that this one … did not?”
“Comparatively, I believe I’ve improved greatly on the design!” Walter’s pride had been pricked, which was going to make things more difficult.
“Regardless,” Olivia said, “I now have three very upset representatives from unspecified but powerful three-letter agencies in the lab, and I’d like to know what we should tell them.”
Walter’s eyes jerked back and forth as if he were reading an invisible sign—possibly that was just what he was doing—“Tell them to take their war-mongering, Cointelpro-supporting, secret-LSD-testing—”
A loud voice made them all turn. “And this Frankenstein can take his lily-livered, granola-eating—”
In the babble that followed, which involved both discussion of the difference between Dr. Frankeinstein and his monster and Walter’s outraged resistance to the idea that he’d ever let such an irregular, crunchy food such as granola into his system, Olivia evaluated the speaker: both tall and broad, with military posture and an unhappy scowl. She’d known dozens of them, and the hard-ass persona was unfortunately not entirely predictive of behavior when confronted with a situation that didn’t conform to expectations.
“Ahem!” His companion managed to silence everyone. He was as tall as the military man, but thinner and with unruly curls that practically screamed: I am the tech monkey here. “What Casey means is that we look forward to working with you to a mutually beneficial resolution of this really overblown dispute.”
Casey, if that was his operational name, curled his lip, but didn’t insist on his own interpretation.
Finally, the woman spoke. “We know what the intersect can do. That’s why we’re here.” Olivia wondered if she was the one in charge, letting the men do the flashy talking.
Walter seemed offended by her statement. “But you don’t know its full potential. When combined with a brain that has been exposed to cortexiphan—”
The tech blinked rapidly. “Cortexiphan? That project was discontinued years ago!”
“Stop!” Broyles barked. “Start from the beginning. Agent Farnsworth, if input from the Fringe team is required, you will provide it. Agent Walker, please explain what you believe we need to know about this ‘intersect.’”
Olivia relaxed just a fraction. They didn’t often see interference from other governmental branches, and there was no fight nastier than an interagency power grab. But with Broyles on their side, she was mostly sure that the worst danger they faced was from the intersect itself, and whatever Walter wanted her to do with it, and not from their own side.
Agent Walker proved to be the woman, who also looked happier now that chain of command was more firmly in place. She took a breath and shifted subtly closer to the tech. “First, you should probably know that there are a number of international criminal gangs looking for the intersect technology …”
turnonmyheels: Walter tries to build his own intersect, whacky crossover hijinks ensuePhilip Broyles’ stoneface was legendary even in the FBI, where hiding reactions had been a useful career skill since J. Edgar was shacking up with Tolson. But Olivia was starting to get just a bit nervous.
“He did what?”
Though the look in Astrid’s eyes said very clearly that she was surprised that Broyles was surprised, her voice was as calm and calming as ever. “It’s called an intersect. It can deposit a hard drive’s worth of information and analysis into a subject’s head. When it works.”
“And I take it that this one … did not?”
“Comparatively, I believe I’ve improved greatly on the design!” Walter’s pride had been pricked, which was going to make things more difficult.
“Regardless,” Olivia said, “I now have three very upset representatives from unspecified but powerful three-letter agencies in the lab, and I’d like to know what we should tell them.”
Walter’s eyes jerked back and forth as if he were reading an invisible sign—possibly that was just what he was doing—“Tell them to take their war-mongering, Cointelpro-supporting, secret-LSD-testing—”
A loud voice made them all turn. “And this Frankenstein can take his lily-livered, granola-eating—”
In the babble that followed, which involved both discussion of the difference between Dr. Frankeinstein and his monster and Walter’s outraged resistance to the idea that he’d ever let such an irregular, crunchy food such as granola into his system, Olivia evaluated the speaker: both tall and broad, with military posture and an unhappy scowl. She’d known dozens of them, and the hard-ass persona was unfortunately not entirely predictive of behavior when confronted with a situation that didn’t conform to expectations.
“Ahem!” His companion managed to silence everyone. He was as tall as the military man, but thinner and with unruly curls that practically screamed: I am the tech monkey here. “What Casey means is that we look forward to working with you to a mutually beneficial resolution of this really overblown dispute.”
Casey, if that was his operational name, curled his lip, but didn’t insist on his own interpretation.
Finally, the woman spoke. “We know what the intersect can do. That’s why we’re here.” Olivia wondered if she was the one in charge, letting the men do the flashy talking.
Walter seemed offended by her statement. “But you don’t know its full potential. When combined with a brain that has been exposed to cortexiphan—”
The tech blinked rapidly. “Cortexiphan? That project was discontinued years ago!”
“Stop!” Broyles barked. “Start from the beginning. Agent Farnsworth, if input from the Fringe team is required, you will provide it. Agent Walker, please explain what you believe we need to know about this ‘intersect.’”
Olivia relaxed just a fraction. They didn’t often see interference from other governmental branches, and there was no fight nastier than an interagency power grab. But with Broyles on their side, she was mostly sure that the worst danger they faced was from the intersect itself, and whatever Walter wanted her to do with it, and not from their own side.
Agent Walker proved to be the woman, who also looked happier now that chain of command was more firmly in place. She took a breath and shifted subtly closer to the tech. “First, you should probably know that there are a number of international criminal gangs looking for the intersect technology …”