The struggle for the task force's deputy leadership, the tug-of-war between the liaison office and the committee
As Lynn finished speaking, the stagnant air in the Negative Zone seemed to have been rippled outwards as if an invisible pebble had been thrown in.
Task Force was established.
The team leader is Lynn.
These are all inherent aspects of the question.
But everyone knows that the person who actually handles the day-to-day affairs and has the actual power to direct the Task Force, which is led by the top leader, is the Executive Deputy Team Leader.
This location is the true hub.
Jean Grey's back straightened unconsciously.
The leader's reprimand just now made her lose face, and her original credit was labeled as "disrupting her own composure." Now is the critical moment to turn the situation around and regain trust.
She took a small step forward, a movement that stood out starkly in the deathly silent conference room.
"Sir, all intelligence regarding TVA is currently being gathered by our subordinate cybersecurity personnel, and it maintains a high degree of confidentiality and continuity."
Her voice was steady, devoid of emotion, and completely businesslike.
"To ensure that intelligence is not diluted and misinterpreted, I suggest that the Mutants Management Committee take the lead and be responsible for the daily work of the Task Force. This will help create a closed-loop workflow and guarantee efficiency."
That was very well said.
Leading means taking the lead. Being responsible for daily work means being the Executive Deputy Team Leader.
Hela watched coldly without saying a word. Her Stability Maintenance Office excelled at physical suppression, but it was indeed at a disadvantage in the intelligence analysis phase.
Wanda's fingertips were swirling with a barely visible wisp of Scarlet Energy, her gaze lowered, as if she were pondering something.
After Jean Grey finished speaking, she quietly awaited Lynn's approval. She believed that the proposal was reasonable and flawless.
However, a crisp voice shattered her confidence.
"In my personal opinion, Chairman Qin's suggestion may have certain limitations."
It was Gwen Stacy who spoke.
As the head of the newly established Cross-Dimensional and Special Threat Liaison Office, she had been standing at the very back, like an observer. But when she suddenly spoke, all eyes turned to her.
Qin's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.
Gwen Stacy seemed not to see it; she also stepped forward, facing Jean from a distance.
"Sir, based on the intelligence we just gathered, TVA is a multi- Dimension organization. Its operational methods and technological systems are fundamentally different from our current understanding."
"My newly established Liaison Office, although its structure is not yet fully developed, has its core responsibility to handle these kinds of 'cross- Dimension ' and 'special threats.' From a business perspective, it might be more professional for the Liaison Office office to be responsible for the daily scheduling of the Task Force."
She paused, looked at Qin, and spoke sincerely.
"Of course, the core intelligence held by the Management Committee is crucial. My idea is that the Liaison Office is responsible for external liaison, tracking, and initial screening, and after forming a preliminary report, it will be submitted to the Management Committee for in-depth analysis. This will not only leverage the professional strengths of each party, but also create mutual supervision and avoid misjudgments."
This sounds like flattery, but it's actually a veiled attack on the problem.
Being in charge of external affairs means having access to firsthand information sources. Being in charge of initial screening means knowing the flow of intelligence. Your Management Committee can only wait for me to feed you intelligence before you can analyze it.
The relationships between inside and outside, top and bottom, were instantly reversed.
Qin's face turned cold.
"Director Gwen Stacy, your idea is good, but you may not fully understand the complexities of intelligence work." Jean's voice carried a hint of instruction. "The worst thing in intelligence work is multiple layers of management. An overly long information transmission chain can easily lead to distortion and leaks."
"Our Management Committee has the technical means to obtain the most authentic information directly from the source, without any intermediate steps. Your so-called 'preliminary screening' may actually be a waste of time and could even contaminate the original intelligence."
"Furthermore," Qin's tone shifted, becoming more pointed, "the Liaison Office has just been established, and the personnel, equipment, and work processes are still being worked out. Isn't it a bit... hasty to directly undertake such a significant project?"
Gwen Stacy smiled, unconcerned.
"Chairwoman Qin is right. Our Liaison Office is indeed a new unit with a weak foundation. But precisely because it's a new unit, we have no historical baggage and our thinking is more flexible. When dealing with a completely new enemy, sometimes old experience can become a constraint."
She looked at Lynn on the Throne.
"Regarding the intelligence-sharing mechanism, we can establish a strict encrypted handover procedure. All raw data obtained by the Liaison Office can be accessed by the Management Committee immediately to ensure transparency. However, the follow-up and expansion of leads must be led by our specialized departments."
The two exchanged barbs, their words revolving around work, each utterance a power struggle.
In the conference room, only their voices echoed.
Hela's lips curled into a faint smile, as if she were watching an interesting play. Wanda, on the other hand, remained silent, seemingly detached from the situation.
Lynn leaned back on the Throne, her fingers tapping unconsciously on the armrest, without interrupting them.
He needs to see their desires, and the means they use to achieve them.
Lynn's knocking stopped when Jyn and Gwen Stacy's argument expanded from business operations to priorities regarding departmental budgets and staffing.
"Alright."
Two words instantly plunged the conference room into dead silence.
Jean and Gwen Stacy both fell silent, lowered their heads, and awaited the final verdict.
Lynn stood up and slowly paced around.
"Your opinions are all valid."
He first offered affirmation, thus easing the tension.
"Chairwoman Qin's concerns are valid; intelligence work must be rigorous. Director Gwen Stacy's suggestion also has merit—professionals should do professional work."
He walked between the two women, his gaze sweeping across their faces.
Therefore, the Task Force will not have Executive Deputy Team Leader.
Upon hearing this, all four women were taken aback.
"I am the day-to-day head of the Task Force," Lynn said in an unquestionable tone. "You are all my clerks."
These words shattered their hopes of gaining control.
"However, the specific tasks need to be divided." Lynn changed the subject. "How about this?"
He looked at Gwen Stacy.
"The Liaison Office is responsible for providing leads. Your strength lies in external relations, so make the most of that. Dig deep, dig everywhere, by any means necessary, I want to see the tail of TVA."
"Yes, sir," Gwen Stacy replied immediately.
Lynn then turned to the piano.
"The Management Committee is responsible for screening. All leads provided by the Liaison Office will be verified, analyzed, and classified by your department. I need to ensure that every piece of intelligence handed to me is accurate and reliable."
"Understood." Qin nodded in acceptance.
This arrangement, which may seem like a 50/50 split, is actually a more sophisticated form of checks and balances.
Gwen Stacy has the power to search for clues, but whether what she finds is real or fake, and how valuable, is for Jyn to judge.
Jean had the final say in the review process, but she couldn't take the initiative and could only passively wait for Gwen Stacy to provide the materials.
The two were bound together, forced to cooperate while also being wary of each other. Whoever wanted to achieve results had to surpass the other. And if either made a mistake, the responsibility would be shared.
The pressure was perfectly distributed.
"That's settled then." Lynn walked back to the Throne. "Now, I need the first lead."
His gaze fell on Gwen Stacy.
This is a test of her earlier initiative to volunteer.
Gwen Stacy was clearly prepared; she immediately retrieved a document from her Mind Link.
"Boss, after taking over S.H.I.E.L.D..'s low-level database, our department discovered a Top Secret file that had been physically destroyed but still contained residual energy."
"The files point to a location in Manhattan New York. On the surface, it's a Clock Shop that closed down in the last century."