New Management (All Untouchables, please post)

Jason pressed the receiver button on his speaker, annoyed. "Yes, what do you want?" he asked gruffly.
A meek voice answered cautiously, "Um...Mr. Black? The Goulds have called a meeting on Floor 13. They demand all Untouchable present."
Jason grunted. "Fine. Be on your way." He hung up.
Jason sighed. Meetings, meetings, meetings. All he ever did now was meetings. He remembered his early days when he had more missions than he could keep up with. He had completed all of them flawlessly, and how did the Untouchable High Command reward him? A desk job, commanding rookies to go on missions that Jason could have easily completed himself.
Fortunately, with the rise of a rival gang The Prestige, there is going to be more missions available than ever. Hopefully that was what this meeting was about: assigning missions.
Jason strode out of his office and into the elevator. He punched the 13 button, nearly breaking it.
He got out on the 13th floor and entered the meeting room. He took his place next to Alex, waiting impatiently for the meeting to begin.

Jason perked up when Dante nominated him, and his face brightened. Dante was his favorite of the Gould brothers, and the one usually in the field. They had done many missions together.
Jason looked around at the other members. He didn't have a complaint about the nominees, so he waited for someone to second one.

Jason gave a huff of annoyance. First this punk voted for Domino, bow he nominated herself! This is ridicuclous! Jason stood up.
"Wait a second! You can't do that!" he said, trying to sound angry. Actually, he was grasping at straws. But he really thought that what Diedrie did should not be allowed.

"That's an excuse though sweetie." Donovan said as Mittens explained what happened. "And did you bring me any chocolate fondue?"

"And yes, it is political. I'm the new leader of everything, Domino is my new second-in-command, and Jason and Deidre are fighting. I'll let them handle that, I really don't want to get involved." Alex explained.

Mittens sat down.
"Okay, I guess I second Deidre. Have I been nominated for anything. I think I should be El Presidente Numbro Uno." She said seriously.
"I nominate her for Village Idiot." Beryl put in seriously.
"And I nominate Beryl for Miss Won't-Eat-Tic-Tacs-Unless-They're-In-Even-Numbers. And Miss Wants-To-Make-Asteroid-A-Profession." She continued seriously.
"Don't make fun of your ride, Mittens. Come to think of it, you don't have license!"
"A pilot license? I do; it's out back in the Cessna. Or perhaps you were referring to my license to kill. Revoked. Trouble at the Russian border; I'd tell you the details, but then I'd have to kill you, which I can't do because my license to kill has been revoked."
Beryl stared at her friend in silence, then muttered, "That was... surreal..."

"I second that nomination for High Nerd General. And I nominate Reever as Major General and Beryl as Colonel." Mittens said with a straight face. Then she turned to Alex. "Can I call it the Department of Magic and Spell Casting?"