She had Walter A. Law, the leftmost figure, to thank for this meeting. The broad shouldered, square jawed, behemoth of a man looked down on her from behind the long desk. Billy-Jean Bailey wondered if he'd facilitated this meeting simply to crush her. He'd seemed so sincere when he listened to her pitch a week ago.
She'd been intoxicated then, and he'd been charming. He seemed to know she had big ideas, but was constantly blackballed at every turn.
Bailey reflected on the night as Lord Hood rapped a stack of papers against the table, as the Security Council prepared to speak, waiting for their green light. The room was being checked for wire-taps and bugs, giving Bailey the time she needed to reflect on her meeting with Mister Law.
"Everything I suggest is either called 'too expensive,' or given a once over before the REMF's say 'we'll consider it,' then they sweep it under the rug!" Bailey leaned against a massive ionic column, speaking to the man before her. She had a light blush across her face, and a champagne balanced between her fingertips.
She dressed fairly conservatively, sporting a white top and a black dress, her brown hair tied into a loose pony-tail down her back. Normally, men were easy for her to pick apart, but she couldn't get a read on Walter. Something in his eyes told her to just be honest and vent for once.
"I perused your technological proposals. Del Rio's inner circle was quick to dismiss your schematics and pitches, but I'd like to integrate some of your armor patterns into the standard issue Spartan IV suits. If you'd be interested in allowing me."
Bailey's eyebrows shot up, and she nearly lost her balance. "...You got ahold of my idea...and didn't just steal it?"
"What sort of base villain would take such blatant advantage? We're on the same side, Miss Bailey." Walter grasped her hand, lifting it gently in his firm grip. The doctor consented to the light contact, relaxing her arm and letting him hold her hand.
...This guy is smooth as hell. Bailey absentmindedly noted the fact. Handsome, a baritone voice, and incredibly suave.
It also helped that he was built like a tractor. He's bigger than my Spartans. He must work out...
"Something tells me you have something on your mind, Miss Bailey, and I am a man who makes things happen." Walter placed a hand on her hip, guiding her towards the dance floor. "Shall we talk more about it on the floor?"
The two took to the center of the room, and Bailey, thoroughly loosened by Walter's charm, spilled her guts. "Well, I was thinking about-"
"-starting a research, diplomatic relation, and disaster relief oriented Paramilitary Team, dedicated to hunting high value targets and improving human-alien relations." It was a mouthful to say, but Bailey managed. Lord Hood raised an eyebrow.
Admiral Osman sighed deeply, pressing her face into her palm. "...This is a waste of time. Of course the answer is no."
"Hold, Osman." Walter boldly spoke his mind, turning his head towards Osman. "Your answer may be no, but from what I've heard, everyone has said no to this young woman. I've been through some of her proposals in the past, and every one of them was years ahead of its time. She's designed armor and weapons systems that could have given us an advantage in covert operations and ground engagements." Law looked down at Bailey with an approving eye. "I believe, if we had listened to her more often during the war, we would have a great deal more Spartan III soldiers left standing. As a handler, and an inventor, she is worth listening to."
Lord Hood lifted his hand. "Walter, while I agree, I'm not sure that giving her an entire paramilitary company just to make up for saying 'no' to her is the wisest route to take."
The council turned to Bailey when she held up a hand, pointing three fingers up. "Three, people. Three different Sangheili houses have personally offered to do business with me in regards to weapons trading and military alliance. The brutes have been ransacking outer colonies. They're recruiting jackals, drones, and lekgolo who stray too far from their home systems. The things going on in deep space could snowball."
Bailey stepped forward, lifting her tacpad. "I have several people willing to throw in with me already. Retired Admiral James D. Teach wants to help me manage my naval assets. Doctor Misami Oriai, one of the original developers of the Spartan IV augmentations has offered to be my head medical officer-"
"And let me guess, the Spartan III commandos you've handled are willing to step up for you?" Osman furrowed her brow, leaning forward. "Those aren't assets for you to utiliz-"
"They aren't assets at all. They're free citizens, and they're behind me 110%. Any one of them who wants to opt out can." Bailey stood her ground. "We're prepared to work with you, and fight the war you can't. We can garner Sangheili sympathizers. Hell, we already have, in some instances. We can track down threats that the UNSC isn't flexible enough to hit. We can provide disaster relief to outer colonies who are being raided by covenant forces."
General Hogan waved his hand. "If you intend to exist outside the chain of command, who's gonna hold you accountable if you screw up or turn traitor?"
Bailey pointed her hand towards the council. "You. Even if you give me what I'm asking for, you'll have me outnumbered, and you'll have a constant bead on my location."
"...And you're fine with being declared an enemy combatant on the day we decide you've gone too far?"
Bailey anchored herself to the ground when Walter spoke. His words hit her like a freight train, as he leaned in with particular interest. The giant of a man was gauging her courage. He was staring directly into her soul.
"...If you grant me what I'm asking," Bailey looked into Walter's eyes, standing her ground, "I will provide a service and a perspective the UNSC lacks. I may be able to tell you when you have gone too far."
Bailey had no idea how correct that statement was. Neither did Law. The two of them looked into each-other's eyes as the pregnant pause carried for a few agonizing moments.
Osman cleared her throat. "I read your proposal, and the personnel who have agreed to follow your lead. You have a Spartan II with you, correct?"
"Jorge-052," Bailey reported. "When he discovered I was recruiting, he signed on before I could even ask him. He said he wanted to do something that matters."
Lord Hood looked around the room. The Security Council individually nodded to each-other.
"...All those in favor, say aye."
"Aye." Hogan, Hood, Walter, Dellart, and Strauss all loudly gave their approval.
Osman frowned, pinching the bridge of her nose. "...And what exactly will be the first course of action for your Freelancers?"
Bailey, her eyes wide with disbelief and glee, lifted her TACPAD, displaying an image of a silver haired Brute. "This guy. We're going to find Comedus, the leader of the most hostile current jiralhanae clan, and kill him."
Walter nodded with enthusiastic approval, as Lord Hood interjected. "Consider the next two years an extended probationary period. We reserve the right to reel you in, and pull your funding, Doctor. Having said that...happy hunting."
"That's quite a proposal, Bailey. I'm not sure of your enthusiasm for working with our old enemies...but you may prove useful in such a lofty role."
Bailey was silent, starstruck that such a respectable man approved of her idea. "You've been sandbagged, Miss Bailey. Ignored and shut out. But even the blackest curtain cannot contain a shining star such as you, or your Spartans. Though there are those who would stall you, I believe, soon, your time will come."
"...Your arms are like pythons," the doctor mumbled.
"...Perhaps I should call you a cab."