POI fic: Henchman AU #3: Minion
TITLE: Henchman AU #3: Minion
AUTHOR: whomii2
DISCLAIMER: do not own
SUMMARY: The Evil Organization expands...
Reese was excited but trying to act cool. Finch had indicated that it was time for them to steal some stuff. He hadn't worded it quite that way, referring instead to “delicate acquisitions” but John got the idea.
Reese was more than ready for some action. He only hoped that he had laid in the right supplies for whatever job Finch had planned. John had used the budget Finch had allotted him to outfit the armory with all the basics: flamethrower, rocket launcher, grenades, a machine gun, and various pistols and knives. Reese had been weighing his options and trying to decide on the best explosive - C4 or dynamite? He was in the process of comparison shopping so that he could literally get the most bang for his buck. John was also secretly hoping that all that time Harold spent in his lab might result in a ray gun or two, even though the man had indicated he wasn't too fond of weapons. Maybe a lightsaber? Geeks liked lightsabers didn't they? Maybe Reese could talk Finch into making him a lightsaber despite Harold's anti-gun stance. John really wanted their debut crime to include some flashy high-tech weapons to make a statement and put them on the map in the criminal world.
Finch had also said that they should probably expand their little organization in preparation for the upcoming missions. He had dumped a number of thick folders with extensive background information on John's desk before retreating back downstairs with some fresh tea, claiming that as he would be supervising the new recruit Reese should make the final decision on hiring. John got the impression that Harold just didn't want to be bothered with the interviews, but John didn't mind. It would give him something useful to do. With the money coming in from the cat website Reese had been feeling somewhat superfluous until now.
John got himself a fortifying cup of coffee before tackling the stack of folders. His first minion! John had never been in a supervisory position before and was determined to do well. He perused the background information and the questionnaires filled out by the candidates carefully. This was important. Finally he decided on the most likely candidate, the one he would hire if the interview went well.
Former Detective Lionel Fusco was a crooked cop who had seen the writing on the wall and resigned before the Feds took down HR, the shady organization he had been working for on the police force. It showed the man had good instincts, not to mention a healthy dose of self preservation. His background information and resume indicated that he had been a low level minion. Competent, hardworking, loyal, but not too ambitious. The last was actually a good thing from John's point of view. There were few tracks for advancement in most Evil Organizations aside from assassination. John would rather have a minion loyal enough to watch his back than one ambitious enough to stab him in it. (He rather thought that that was why Snow had kept Evans as his lackey back in his old Evil Agency. Evans was too much of a doormat to ever contemplate trying for his bosses position. Stanton in contrast would be all too happy to advance her career over the bleeding corpses of her supervisors, which was probably one of the many reasons Snow kept her in the field and as far from him as possible)
Reese arranged an interview at the same diner where he had met Finch for his own. After asking Lionel a few leading questions, John gave Fusco the benefits package to peruse. It was a good one. Most Evil Organizations only gave minimum wage, with the occasional bonus if business went well. Not only did Finch offer an attractive salary but medical as well, which even included a dental plan! Dental was important as it was practically a right of passage for low level minions to have a few teeth knocked out. There was also disability insurance that covered not only the usual loss of limb, but also effects of shrinking or transmogrification. It was hard to work and hold down a job when you were only 2 inches tall or were turned into a fluffy bunny. There were also provisions for sick leave in case isolation was required due to the employee suddenly becoming radioactive or the carrier of a deadly disease. Most Evil Organizations would simply terminate the positions of those thus afflicted, unless their condition led to their developing superpowers so that they could advance toward a Super Villain position. The final part of the benefits package was a well thought out retirement plan. It was unheard of that a minion might expect to leave their Evil Organization any way but 6 feet under!
Fusco seemed impressed with the benefits package and eagerly accepted the job offer. Reese handed over their employee handbook and some paper work that Lionel would need to fill out and bring with him when he reported for duty on Monday.
Now the real fun could begin!
AUTHOR: whomii2
DISCLAIMER: do not own
SUMMARY: The Evil Organization expands...
Reese was excited but trying to act cool. Finch had indicated that it was time for them to steal some stuff. He hadn't worded it quite that way, referring instead to “delicate acquisitions” but John got the idea.
Reese was more than ready for some action. He only hoped that he had laid in the right supplies for whatever job Finch had planned. John had used the budget Finch had allotted him to outfit the armory with all the basics: flamethrower, rocket launcher, grenades, a machine gun, and various pistols and knives. Reese had been weighing his options and trying to decide on the best explosive - C4 or dynamite? He was in the process of comparison shopping so that he could literally get the most bang for his buck. John was also secretly hoping that all that time Harold spent in his lab might result in a ray gun or two, even though the man had indicated he wasn't too fond of weapons. Maybe a lightsaber? Geeks liked lightsabers didn't they? Maybe Reese could talk Finch into making him a lightsaber despite Harold's anti-gun stance. John really wanted their debut crime to include some flashy high-tech weapons to make a statement and put them on the map in the criminal world.
Finch had also said that they should probably expand their little organization in preparation for the upcoming missions. He had dumped a number of thick folders with extensive background information on John's desk before retreating back downstairs with some fresh tea, claiming that as he would be supervising the new recruit Reese should make the final decision on hiring. John got the impression that Harold just didn't want to be bothered with the interviews, but John didn't mind. It would give him something useful to do. With the money coming in from the cat website Reese had been feeling somewhat superfluous until now.
John got himself a fortifying cup of coffee before tackling the stack of folders. His first minion! John had never been in a supervisory position before and was determined to do well. He perused the background information and the questionnaires filled out by the candidates carefully. This was important. Finally he decided on the most likely candidate, the one he would hire if the interview went well.
Former Detective Lionel Fusco was a crooked cop who had seen the writing on the wall and resigned before the Feds took down HR, the shady organization he had been working for on the police force. It showed the man had good instincts, not to mention a healthy dose of self preservation. His background information and resume indicated that he had been a low level minion. Competent, hardworking, loyal, but not too ambitious. The last was actually a good thing from John's point of view. There were few tracks for advancement in most Evil Organizations aside from assassination. John would rather have a minion loyal enough to watch his back than one ambitious enough to stab him in it. (He rather thought that that was why Snow had kept Evans as his lackey back in his old Evil Agency. Evans was too much of a doormat to ever contemplate trying for his bosses position. Stanton in contrast would be all too happy to advance her career over the bleeding corpses of her supervisors, which was probably one of the many reasons Snow kept her in the field and as far from him as possible)
Reese arranged an interview at the same diner where he had met Finch for his own. After asking Lionel a few leading questions, John gave Fusco the benefits package to peruse. It was a good one. Most Evil Organizations only gave minimum wage, with the occasional bonus if business went well. Not only did Finch offer an attractive salary but medical as well, which even included a dental plan! Dental was important as it was practically a right of passage for low level minions to have a few teeth knocked out. There was also disability insurance that covered not only the usual loss of limb, but also effects of shrinking or transmogrification. It was hard to work and hold down a job when you were only 2 inches tall or were turned into a fluffy bunny. There were also provisions for sick leave in case isolation was required due to the employee suddenly becoming radioactive or the carrier of a deadly disease. Most Evil Organizations would simply terminate the positions of those thus afflicted, unless their condition led to their developing superpowers so that they could advance toward a Super Villain position. The final part of the benefits package was a well thought out retirement plan. It was unheard of that a minion might expect to leave their Evil Organization any way but 6 feet under!
Fusco seemed impressed with the benefits package and eagerly accepted the job offer. Reese handed over their employee handbook and some paper work that Lionel would need to fill out and bring with him when he reported for duty on Monday.
Now the real fun could begin!