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Linch– Advisor to the Minister TALK– 21:16, September 18, 2012 (UTC)
*Linch enters the code to get inside and swipes his wand. The door opens and Linch moves in. His guards follow*
Richards enters with wand drawn and his guards follow behind him
Einar Faris -"Time reaps all. Colour me Cronus." – 21:20, September 18, 2012 (UTC)
*Einar is plagued by a remotely remembered precept, or a burst of as yet not entirely withered chivalry, and indicates, with a small bow, that Dolores Landingham should precede him, throwing his wand arm out across the path of the lumbering Auror who would otherwise have probably trampled her to death as she endeavoured to do so. He then sweeps in, with a somewhat unnecessary cloak flourish, behind her, trailing Aurors.*
Linch– Advisor to the Minister TALK– 21:29, September 18, 2012 (UTC)
*Linch pushes a big red button near the door, that shuts the giant door made of some anti-magic material. The button also places several defensive spells on the entire room, and makes it so the only magic that can be used on the inside must be approved by the computer codes.* We're safe. Sadly we can't do too much in here, but I helped construct this room for a reason. *sits in one of the several big chairs and starts to type some stuff, suddenly the screens show several different views of the Ministry, and many battles included.* We can use the security features on the computer to help the battle move in the right direction. And if we get a signal we can send for help from America. or anywhere else.
Einar Faris -"Time reaps all. Colour me Cronus." – 21:45, September 18, 2012 (UTC)
*Einar saunters over with determined nonchalance, and drapes an arm over the back of Linch's chair. Leaning forward, he says quietly, "So, Mr. Linch, I feel, quite Ministerially, that you should remain here in safety with our guests, and that my place, as captain of the ship of state, is out on the deck, so to speak. Wouldn't you agree?"
Linch– Advisor to the Minister TALK– 21:50, September 18, 2012 (UTC)
*Linch takes his hands off the keybord and looks back at Einar , he sees that Einar is serious. He sees the look in his eyes, and he wants to help but knows he has to keep control of the security system. He puts his hand on Einar's shoulder and nods* Aye Aye, Captain. *he grins then becomes serious then nods once again and smiles with pride at his friend.*
Einar Faris -"Time reaps all. Colour me Cronus." – 21:55, September 18, 2012 (UTC)
*With a smile which only makes it halfway up inside his eyes, Einar turns to the President* "John, Mr. Linch has a vital role to play here, as our logistical co-ordinator, and as he set up and designed these systems, there is truly no one better suited. He would be delighted to have your continuing company, but you will understand, won't you, that I have to slope off and see if I can inspire the troops out there, or at least give them someone justifiable to yell at?"
*Nods seriously, then does something... out of character. He points to 4 of his 6 men (one of the 4 being his captain)* Take them. They will fight for you, like your own. We will be safe here with Mr.Linch's 2 and my 2 others. *then he nods seriously as if to say do it.*
Einar Faris -"Time reaps all. Colour me Cronus." – 22:04, September 18, 2012 (UTC)
*Einar's impressed, and it shows in his face and tone.* "Well, thank you, John. You've just seriously improved my chances of having to worry about being late for dinner ever again." *He sketches a salute with his wand, which he then places in the wall to deactivate the security measures, and heads out in a swarm of Aurors and American Security.*
Dolores LandinghamSalem Institute -"And in four minutes . . ." – 22:05, September 18, 2012 (UTC)
*Dolores makes a mental note to get her hands on a PsychEval for Richards too - not from Miller, he might blab.*
Linch– Advisor to the Minister TALK– 22:12, September 18, 2012 (UTC)
*Okay men, Mr.President, Mrs.Landingham. *pushes the button and locks the door again.* Lets win this battle. *looks back to the computer and watches Einar moving through the halls then he wishpers into the mic* God speed, my friend, God speed.
*He turns to Dolores* Dolores, if you should feel the need to be apparated out of here, I will happily ask Charles to make sure you get out. If that is what you want of course.
Dolores LandinghamSalem Institute -"And in four minutes . . ." – 08:00, September 22, 2012 (UTC)
*Dolores feels as though, with these boys, she's running low on "old-fashioned looks", but she still summons one up for Richards.* "My place, Mr. President, is by your side, until you instruct me otherwise, sir."
*The President Nods in a serious way, then he hides in the corrner.*
Linch– Advisor to the Minister TALK– 16:06, September 23, 2012 (UTC)
*Linch is typing quickly, try to have the envirment be helpful to those in the Ministry.* Damn it. I’m not going to be able to control all of these computers at once. *Looks at the Aurors* George, your turn. *points to the chair next to him*
*Richards surprisingly stands and sits in the chair pointed to by Linch* I hope you don’t mind if I step in here, Charles. *looks at the computers* I know a thing or two about computer security. Why do you think the WHPS hates me? *grins a wide grin then looks at the screen.* Security code?
Linch– Advisor to the Minister TALK– 16:07, September 23, 2012 (UTC)
*Linch just stares blankly at Richards. Then he turns and sees the Aurors staring at him waiting for his choice.* Security Code 11023556369729018628TRJ. *He then looks back to his screen* Just so you know, I’m changing it after all this ends. *he grins as he looks at the computer*
Richards enters the code and gets to work. He smiles at the screen.
Dolores LandinghamSalem Institute -"And in four minutes . . ." – 16:10, September 23, 2012 (UTC)
*Dolores wonders, briefly, if the Aurors and Security have enough sense of true National Interest to let her bang both their heads together, although, as ever, the thought doesn't cross her face, or even eyes.*