"You both ask quite a lot of questions, don't you..?" He paused, mulled that one over a bit and frowned a little. He expected as much from Peace and he was actually rather used to their banter but Vimes was a bit more of a mystery. All he had was all he could manage access to via the databases. The records were detailed but not all of them available even with his ability to conveniently find ways of dealing with encryption and the like.
If anyone questioned it, they would always get the same answer: Information dominance is my job description. Do I need to remind you of the definition of dominance?
That was his usual excuse should anyone bat an eye. He never went digging through things that were too far above his pay grade, of course. Everything he needed fell well within the purview of his mission parameters. According to him, Lord of All, apparently.
Peace's comment was acknowledged by a twitch of his lips in a sort of half-smirk. As if to say 'And? Where is the lie?'. But he would never say that because that was for children and internet trolls. Example #1218 of why having the Internet on a constant data stream in and out all day was a chore.
Miklos need only do a subtle and quick check of his own weapons. He was very much in tune with the pistols he loved so much with their ornate (see: overkill) etching and not-quite-subtle symbolism in their appearance. A brush of his fingers was enough to tell him all was well and in place and the elementalism focus he carried almost for decoration more than anything else he already knew was there. In his back pocket. Under his coat. Where no one could see it (because honestly, would it kill someone to make one that didn't look like some sort of strange voodoo doll made out of extension cords?).
"In the event whatever we're looking for happens to be surrounded by more hostiles than we might have anticipated, you couldn't possibly argue with having a third. And should we run across any abandoned tech in the area.. even better.." He adjusted the way his jacket lay on his shoulders and looked around at both of them.
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If anyone questioned it, they would always get the same answer: Information dominance is my job description. Do I need to remind you of the definition of dominance?
That was his usual excuse should anyone bat an eye. He never went digging through things that were too far above his pay grade, of course. Everything he needed fell well within the purview of his mission parameters. According to him, Lord of All, apparently.
Peace's comment was acknowledged by a twitch of his lips in a sort of half-smirk. As if to say 'And? Where is the lie?'.
But he would never say that because that was for children and internet trolls. Example #1218 of why having the Internet on a constant data stream in and out all day was a chore.Miklos need only do a subtle and quick check of his own weapons. He was very much in tune with the pistols he loved so much with their ornate (see: overkill) etching and not-quite-subtle symbolism in their appearance. A brush of his fingers was enough to tell him all was well and in place and the elementalism focus he carried almost for decoration more than anything else he already knew was there. In his back pocket. Under his coat. Where no one could see it (because honestly, would it kill someone to make one that didn't look like some sort of strange voodoo doll made out of extension cords?).
"In the event whatever we're looking for happens to be surrounded by more hostiles than we might have anticipated, you couldn't possibly argue with having a third. And should we run across any abandoned tech in the area.. even better.." He adjusted the way his jacket lay on his shoulders and looked around at both of them.