+ more comfortable, you can remove your helmet. The windows are blacked-out so no one can see in, but it’s totally your call.”
Taking her place across the table from Ivy, Blazer grabbed a nearby clipboard and pen, ready to take notes.
“Yeah, it’s definitely a new experience for most of us. When I joined, the only real interview I had done before that was for a manger position at Target. So, yeah, definitely a change.”
She motioned for Ivy to follow, stepping into a conference room, shutting the door behind them.
“If you’d be +
Eyes wide, a soft ‘Oh.’ escaped Blazer as the crash dummy was revealed. She’d give a small, awkward wave.
“Well, hello, Gary 3. I take it there are at least two more?” A question asked half as a joke, half because she was genuinely curious how many there were.
…why is everyone shouting?
“While experience is preferred, we have plenty of employees who aren’t or weren’t actively being a hero.” Jericho had been… vague about their abilities, everything setting off red flags that Blazer forced herself to ignore.
“So, if you don’t mind me asking, what abilities do you have?”
+ you’re hero-ing. And, at least here, you can be honest about why you’re missing work.
I’d be happy to go into more details now… or you can shadow a dispatcher or a hero for a bit? I’ve done my little spiel, now all that’s left is the actual interview stuff.”
“Oh, yeah, trust me. I get it.
We have multiple teams and multiple shift options, so you’ll be able to find something that works with your schedule.” Blazer paused, motioning to her office.
“And yeah, lots of our heroes still do their local neighborhoods, but bills are coming whether or not +
𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑙𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠
𝐹𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢.
Blazer had seen people of all shapes and sizes, so the unnatural proportions were nothing unique. The voice? That was a new one. She offered a hand to them, a genuine smile on her face.
“It’s wonderful to meet you too, Jericho. So, tell me a little about yourself!”
+ happens, you won’t be asked to go past that. Make sense?”
+ thirty-minute break, not including travel time. A commute does not count as a break.
You won’t have to travel too far, as each dispatcher has an area of the city they cover. Robert, who you waved to, handles the western residential and upper industrial sector. Unless a city-wide emergency +
+
“Besides, I know most of these guys’ abilities. You could take ‘em.” That may have been an exaggeration, but the point still stood.
“So, as a hero, you will report to a Dispatcher. Subscribers alert us, we send you to help. Once you’ve finished the job, you are guaranteed at least a +
“Exactly, you get it.” Noticing her discomfort, Blazer gave an encouraging nudge, her voice dropping low enough only Ivy could hear her… and Galen. Galen could probably hear her. “Don’t mind the stares. They’re trying to place you… or size you up. Don’t let them intimidate you.”
+
Only for the best for the bestest boy around.
+ We want to ensure the right hero is sent for the right job.” She kept walking, giving a small wave to a red-haired man who looked… a bit grumpy, though he did wave back.
“Any questions about dispatchers?”
+ emergency services and then, from their team’s roster, choose the best hero for the job. For example, if we have a fire-powered hero, he might not be great to send to a firework factory.
You’re not paid on the amount of calls you’re sent on, so no need to worry about competing with others. +
+ small lines forming behind them. “So, we’re definitely not the flashiest branch but we’ve got amazing people, and that’s what makes the difference.”
She motioned to a few individuals with headsets. “These are our dispatchers, who you would be reporting to. They take calls from subscribers or +
Thank god for Mr. Whiskey.
With a wave of her hand, she told Ivy to follow and began the tour. A short elevator ride up, Ivy would be greeted to the sight of a bustling office space.
Individuals spoke into headphones, staring at computer screens. Others waited by copy machines, +
… actually not that different.
I just don’t have Beef for company. So, sounds like you win.
ᅟᅟ ❝ 𝗜𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘁𝘀... 𝗱𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝘂𝗶𝘁.❞
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𝗌𝖿𝗐 & 𝗇𝗌𝖿𝗐 , 𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗋
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Robert has very different Sundays than I do, apparently.
“Uh, hello!” Did she know this lady? She didn’t remember the face…
+ offered hand, giving a genuine smile.
“So, want the tour first or want to get the technical stuff out of the way?”
“It actually worked out. I need a coffee and Tylenol after my last meeting.” Turns out, corporate was more frustrating than anyone at her office… even more frustrating than Visi.
“It’s great to meet you. I’ve heard about you so it’s great to finally put a mask to the name.” Blazer took the +
+
Opening the front door, Blazer gave a small wave of greeting to the woman, a hopefully not-so-subtle hint that it was okay to enter the building.
+ self-assuring huff, left her office and took the elevator down. Stepping into the lobby, she gave a small nod to the receptionist, Erica.
“I think that’s Jaguar. Should I go get her?”
Erica shrugged, or shrugged as much as a robot piloted by a fish in a bowl could. “Don’t see why not.”
+
Mandy watched from her office window, the blinds hopefully obscuring her. The stranger was pacing, a stack of papers in hand… either this was the applicant or this person was about to nail a manifesto to their door.
Rather than continue to let the poor woman, writhe, Blazer stood and, with a +
“I get it and I don’t want you doing anything you’re uncomfortable with. So, I’ll take the no answer and if you change your mind, you can let me know. Sound good?”
“I think you’re selling yourself short. Besides, most of these people don’t need inspiring speeches. They need someone who has been in their shoes, knows what they’re going through… but the decision is yours.
Do me a favor though? Sleep on it. If tomorrow you’re not onboard, I’ll drop it. Promise.”
She nodded as he spoke. Mandy had a similar thought… though that thought had been about colors not looking great on certain people.
“Yeah, I was worried it would be too much like school uniforms… and I doubt many of our Phoenix Program members would love an SDN mandatory uniform…”
