XIsidro: Specialist Kamada reporting as --
McMillian: Sit down, you idiot.
Isidro: Ah, good, you have read my report.
McMillian: Specialist, I distinctly remember assigning Specialist Neuman to you so that you could straighten him up. Explain how this... circus qualifies.
Isidro: Oh, please. My office rulers are ready to unionize on the grounds that the boy makes them look bad. He doesn't need straightening out. He needs to learn when to get bent.
McMillian: And saints know you're an expert.
Isidro: Knowing when to throw the book at them and when to hide it under the couch is a lesson we all have to learn. I admit Neuman and I came to our epiphanies from different ends....
McMillian: Dammit, Isidro, that was a delicate field operation --
Isidro: Do we have any other kind? What did you think he needed? More training exercises? A nice textbook assignment? There's nothing like a lovely clusterfuck of a field op to teach some cocky youngster to appreciate the chain of command. Or -- in Neuman's case -- its limitations. It goes wrong, they're young enough that being a scapegoat won't end their career. It goes right, and they walk away a little more soberly grounded. Perfectly sound command strategy. One could even call it a tradition.
McMillian: ... I knew what I was doing.
Isidro: I like to think I learned from a master.
McMillian: Sit down, you idiot.
Isidro: Ah, good, you have read my report.
McMillian: Specialist, I distinctly remember assigning Specialist Neuman to you so that you could straighten him up. Explain how this... circus qualifies.
Isidro: Oh, please. My office rulers are ready to unionize on the grounds that the boy makes them look bad. He doesn't need straightening out. He needs to learn when to get bent.
McMillian: And saints know you're an expert.
Isidro: Knowing when to throw the book at them and when to hide it under the couch is a lesson we all have to learn. I admit Neuman and I came to our epiphanies from different ends....
McMillian: Dammit, Isidro, that was a delicate field operation --
Isidro: Do we have any other kind? What did you think he needed? More training exercises? A nice textbook assignment? There's nothing like a lovely clusterfuck of a field op to teach some cocky youngster to appreciate the chain of command. Or -- in Neuman's case -- its limitations. It goes wrong, they're young enough that being a scapegoat won't end their career. It goes right, and they walk away a little more soberly grounded. Perfectly sound command strategy. One could even call it a tradition.
McMillian: ... I knew what I was doing.
Isidro: I like to think I learned from a master.
When last we saw.... Isidro - McMillian
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