Warrick detested being dragged out of bed in the middle of the night to tend to frankly undermanned and underfunded TERCOM and ATRU systems. He detested it even more when he was dragged out by humorless, smirking grunts in full kit without much consideration for his nervous admin. He'd felt her trembling faintly under his reassuring pat to the shoulder as he passed, and calmly stated that he would be back in time for breakfast so to please not delay putting on the kettle and cook-stove.
It was ridiculous, really. There was no reason to come to his lab with weapons in hand and an entire squad devoted to picking him up as if he were some unwilling local under invasion instead of a loyal member of the Commonwealth temporarily expatriated in the name of scientific advancement. The fact that the military insisted upon the use of technology they could barely afford and scarcely understood was nothing to do with him. Still, it was easier to grumble and slide out of bed than to put up a fuss and dodge bullets. Perhaps he could manage to teach one of their technicians how to stop being a brainless idiot and they'd finally leave him alone to finish his work in peace.
"This really couldn't have waited until morning?" he muttered to one of the soldiers penning him in as they walked to the waiting transport. There was no reason for them to surround him while walking as if he were a prisoner either, but Warrick figured they were doing it simply to be irritating. "Or have been conducted with less unnecessary fanfare? At this rate I'm going to need to pay for my admin's personal therapy and anti-anxiety medication."
The Calculus of War (Military AU) - Warrick/Toreth
It was ridiculous, really. There was no reason to come to his lab with weapons in hand and an entire squad devoted to picking him up as if he were some unwilling local under invasion instead of a loyal member of the Commonwealth temporarily expatriated in the name of scientific advancement. The fact that the military insisted upon the use of technology they could barely afford and scarcely understood was nothing to do with him. Still, it was easier to grumble and slide out of bed than to put up a fuss and dodge bullets. Perhaps he could manage to teach one of their technicians how to stop being a brainless idiot and they'd finally leave him alone to finish his work in peace.
"This really couldn't have waited until morning?" he muttered to one of the soldiers penning him in as they walked to the waiting transport. There was no reason for them to surround him while walking as if he were a prisoner either, but Warrick figured they were doing it simply to be irritating. "Or have been conducted with less unnecessary fanfare? At this rate I'm going to need to pay for my admin's personal therapy and anti-anxiety medication."