As closing time approached and people were slowly cleared out of the store by a lone barista, only the Butei within that particular Starbucks were left undisturbed and allowed to stay. The blinds were drawn across the glass walls that served to provide a view into the shop, and the main entrance locked up.

[color=0072bc]"Alright, now that we have some privacy..."[/color] Robin spoke up, the female voice he had been using while disguised as the barista gone. He ripped off the mask and apron he wore, reverting back to his usual appearance, tossing aside the silicone pads and bra he had been using as a disguise. He moved a bunch of tables together so everyone could sit together, and he placed a small, dome shaped device in the center.

A hologram was projected up, a sort of cube forming in the center so the information being displayed could be read from any direction. [color=0072bc]"I'm Robin Black, code name Phantom, a Lezzad. I am also the assigned team leader for Division Six and the one responsible for finding us a place to stay. More on that in a moment."[/color] He introduced himself, with a humble bow, as his personnel file was flashed on the holographic display. The display began shuffling through the files of each member of the team, so everyone could get a good read of whatever information was available on their dossiers.

[color=0072bc]"HQ wants me to remind everyone that despite our test scores and different proficiencies in various fields, we're supposed to work together to fight crime, and so on. From the looks on your faces, I suppose that's stating the obvious. Now, as to why I called all of you here..."[/color] His voice trailed off as photographs of the warehouse they were supposed to assault came up, along with a 3D blueprint detailing its layout.

[color=0072bc]"This is our home, or at least, it will be after we clear out some rats."[/color] Robin began, as the layout shrunk to fill a third of the screen while the rest of it displayed information on the opposition. [color=0072bc]"I struck a deal with the Italian mob that gives us this warehouse to use as our base in exchange for clearing out a small time gang trying to grab their turf. As you can see, they're well armed and prefer to negotiate with weapons instead of words. Lethal force is permitted, and the police here are so corrupt arresting them would probably see them back on the streets in a few hours and out for blood anyway."[/color]

A picture of their vehicles, a few speed boats and some modified cars came up. [color=0072bc]"They're prepared to escape by land or sea, and we don't want any of them escaping. So I need someone on overwatch to cover the windows and exit routes. Ideally, I'll be able to sneak in and plant some explosives on their vehicles and time the fireworks to maximise our element of surprise."[/color]

He pulled back the sleeve of his black sweater to look at his watch. [color=0072bc]"Well, we have a few hours to prep. In the meantime, we can do the usual introductions and icebreaker thing."[/color]