Today's the day. You and your fellow agents are about to take on a new threat. There have been whisperings going around Cornwall that a local group of thugs are about to take over the city and spread their influence throughout the greater UK. They supposedly have active cells in all major cities, but are planning to start with the smaller surrounding cities to gain influence. The heist of the city is supposed to be tonight, so the pieces are falling into place. The plan for stopping it is simple:
-Operation Codename - Surprise: They have a warehouse keeping all the weapons they're planning to use. Jack Turpin will slip in and plant explosives. Wise Owl and Patch will accompany if any of the guards need some help sleeping (drugs. Lots of drugs)
-Operation Codename - Behind Closed DoorsThey're working out of a flower shop at 275 Main Street. Condor and Birdseed will come in and distract anyone guarding 'restricted' areas. Kheshig, who will be wearing a 'borrowed' electrician's outfit, will disable any video from recording his presence and plant listening bugs in their backroom base of operations, and any hacking he deems necessary, claiming to be upgrading their software if needed. Kheshig has on his PDA a satellite readout of the shop. One-story, four-room place, so finding a room with possible plans, munitions, or possibly a heavily encrypted computer won't be difficult.
- Angelo Ortega will be the handler for Operation Surprise and keeping an eye, and ear, out for the audio bugs Kheshig will be planting.

This is obviously just to stop the operation in your area, but it's a start. Other cities have been dropped a 'reliable anonymous tip', via local government contacts collectively from the group, just in case stopping this first city-takeover doesn't stop them from taking over other cities. The premise of this mission is to purely collect as much information about this "thug group" as possible and put a stop to their taking over of other cities. Primary objective is information collecting, so everyone has been alerted to keep eyes and ears out for information on these guys. All techies should be mining for data and all sneakers should be alert for documents to download. Everyone has thier mission to focus on and will be heading out at 15:21 GMT.

Condor pouted her lips as she ran the lipstick over them, applying one last coat before puckering up and blowing a kiss to her compact mirror. Dropping the makeup into the small clutch purse she quickly checked the small pistol was still nestled inside. It was risky to carry a firearm in Britain since only the military and special police units were authorised to, but she was more willing to face a police fine than be left unarmed.

"Y'know, I feel naked dressed like this," She said, slipping her hands inside her lowcut top to reposition her breasts into a slightly more revealing display, "You sure we couldn't just raid the place and grab what we need?" Her throat rumbled in an unfamiliar way as Condor felt the vocal patch on her neck masking her familiar southern drawl with an almost Scottish brogue. It wouldn't be enough to pass a detailed analysis, but for the quick distraction job the disguised patch should be enough to keep anyone guessing.


Stealth work wasn't really Condor's strong point, she was far more used to simple smash and grab jobs, but she had to admit the outfits they'd procured for her certainly looked good. As she ran her hands down her sides, easing out the creases and admiring herself in the full-length mirror she began to wonder exactly who had managed to size her up so perfectly. The snug, tight pants fitted her ass like a glove... or a well-tailored pair of pants at least, and that was a sure sign that someone had been paying her some uncomfortably close attention.

Aerienna, better known as Elissa or as the Wise Owl, looked at the message file (sent to her on an encrypted email browser that she was scared to use lest she break anything) and tried to stop trembling as she deleted the file and wiped the computer’s proxy address.
Get it together, Ellie. They’re only just now trusting you. Don’t you dare break down and lose that faith now.
Talking to herself in her head. That was a bad habit she’d picked up… No. She would not gratify that dark place in her mind with any of her attention.
With a sigh and a slight gasp of pain, for some of the muscles in her back hadn’t entirely healed yet and objected to sudden movement, the slight girl rose from her desk, fully intending to go to the medical supply room. She pulled a pad of sticky notes from the drawer, along with a pen, and scribbled a note.
“I’m inventorying and taking supplies for tonight. Don’t lock me in, okay? ~E” with a little flower doodle. She studied the pale purple sticky-note. Chatty, kind of childish and sort of flirty, especially if one considered the innuendo. The girl supposed that it would be something most teenagers would write. Not that she’d know.
Her feet padding softly on the floor, Elissa walked to the small closet in her room and rose up on tiptoe, jumping slightly, to peer up to the top shelf. She took another jump, trying to ignore the shooting pain in her back and quads, and just barely hooked her fingers through the loop on her backpack that contained all of her equipment and protective gear.
Not that she had much. A bulletproof vest that was easily three sizes too big for her, a pair of combat boots that were again much too big for her, and the backpack with its hydration bladder and incredible number of pockets to hold gear. But the bag also held her favorite pistol. A Walther p22, the only pistol in the entire base that she could comfortably shoot one-handed, because of how light it was and also because of how little recoil there was. She clipped the gun to her waistband.
She slung the backpack over her shoulder and held her sticky note in her right hand as she went to the medical supply room, sock-covered feet making little sound as she walked through the halls. Everyone was probably in the common room; she had no desire to join them. Even just the silence of these halls was almost deafeningly loud… Elissa shook her head to physically steer herself away from that train of thought.
She got to the supply room, put her sticky note on the door, and left the light off as she went in. She could see well enough in the dark, after being shut in the box… She shook her head again, her default reaction when she got close to dangerous subjects, and started scanning the shelves. She picked several sedatives, both injection and liquids. The liquids she tucked into her backpack, along with handkerchiefs to soak in them closer to the time when they’d be used. Then she realized that the other thing she’d want, a tranquilizer dart gun, would be in the weapons room. She cursed, for that meant she’d have to go in there with a group of other people and their aimless chatter.
As she was getting ready to leave the medical room, she noticed something that made her breath catch in her throat, the silvery glint of scalpels laying on a tray. She approached like she might approach a wild dog, wary and triply cautious. For a long moment she stood over the tray, breathing hard, trying to calm her racing heart; finally she reached over and plucked one blade from the tray. For later, when she would wake up terrified, soaked with sweat, convinced she was back in the dark with only her own fear. Pain helped to anchor her. It always did.
She slipped the scalpel into her pocket and sat down against the wall opposite the door, trying to calm her fluttering heart and mind, taking deep breaths and letting herself float through only the happiest parts of her imagination.

Birdseed smiled at Condor's remarks. "Well, it's the risk that comes with the job. We can't just barge in, guns blazing, without cops showing up, and none of us are exactly welcome to our governments if we were to be arrested. So, best option is to distract anyone guarding places with authorized access and let Kheshig handle the placement. Oh, and how's your vocal patch working? Sorry if it feels weird, we only finished making it the other day. Figured native accents would fare better." Birdseed felt her voice almost tingle. Her own voice patch was set to replicate an accent of those who live in the Devon/Cornwall area. While her own chest size paled in comparison to Condor's, Birdseed had put on a pencil dress to show off her thin frame and accent her hips, since they aren't as prominent as most. A drawback from swimming: a straighter frame; however, a plus is that she's very muscular within such an almost frail-looking frame.
Having decided to use the opposite approach from Condor at base, Birdseed applied minimal makeup and a single coat of natural-shaded lipstick, to cover their bases in case the guardsman prefers one or the other. "Besides, we finally get a chance to act ladylike. Okay, at least I do. I'm not sure how often you get to go around in dress, but I hardly ever get a chance on a mission to act attractive. Usually I'm the one placing charges or bugs, and the outfits that accompany those jobs aren't nearly as flattering. We also don't have any information on this gang's plans for tonight. Or where they're planning to attack. We'll be relieving them of their munitions, thanks to Jack, and keeping ears out for whenever they do decide to move out." Checking that her own pistol is holstered in her purse, along with a few helpful devices, Birdseed closes up her purse and radios in to Angelo. "We're about twenty clicks out from our target. Testing connection. Hear me, Angelo?"

In an undisclosed locations:

Angelo sighed as he was in an off site safe house with all his tech. His trusty laptop and a multitude of equipment to use in case a situation came up and Angelo needed to give them instructions on how to get out or how to act accordingly Angelo was glad he was off site cause that meant his intelligence was needed more then his sharpshooting skills. Angelo doesn't mind getting his hands dirty but he prefers to use his knowledge of hacking knowing it is a greater use in the long run. Angelo had his headphones on listening in to the girls conversation and Angelo tried his best not laugh at that about how she doesn't get to be attractive, in all honestly Angelo had sort of a crush on birdseed but he wouldn't tell her that cause theirs a reason they call it a crush after all. When she radioed in Angelo got the screen working and called back check, I hear you loud and clear birdseed. By the way you really shouldn't bother trying to get all dressed up cause you look nice the way you are. I got your information on the target. ill call you guys in case something happens ill make sure you guys get out of their. Angelo said smiling as he cracked his knuckles and his back and got ready for the show...

Fluffing her hair with her hands a little Condor finally gave up trying to make herself look 'normal' and reached into her purse for a set of shades. As she slipped them into place she tapped the concealed button in the frame to test the night vision function and smiled as her vision clouded over, filling with a green mist. It wasn't likely that she'd need the little trick piece on the mission, but she couldn't be too careful.

As she heard Angelo's report through her earbud Condor turned to look over at her partner for the night's entertainment. "So, what's the backstory we're running with? Birthday, funeral, lesbian wedding..? What do people buy flowers for these days? Normal people I mean, I don't think most would get roses just to sneak a shotgun through a shopping mall, although that is a good trick if you ever need to use it."

Birdseed rolled her eyes at her partner in distraction. "Lesbian wedding? Why don't we tell him he has negative one percent chance with us before we start. Let's go with funeral. Men are more likely to attempt to console grieving women. Usually with an outpatient program and a dose of 'vitamin P'. Well, the endorphins the night would create would, in fact, physically heal the grief, but for about ten seconds, until she's kicked to the curb. Anyways, back on topic, we're gonna ask the guard his opinions on flower choices, if he's ever gone to a funeral, how we look in our dresses, and just anything else to keep his eyes on us and off of Kheshig. Though, Angelo, if you could get us some info on any guards' sexuality, that'd be splendid. Don't want to run into a guard who's gay or a gal and be unable to avert his or her eyes towards us. Though, if the guard prefers men, then the lesbian wedding is back on... Sweetie."
Looking over at Condor and winking at her last words, Birdseed smiled wide at her own joke. She didn't have any preferences to any gender, sexually. She was alright with either, and has had a swing at both genders. Ultimately, she found the most pleasure in her work with gadgets. No, she hasn't made any sex toys yet, but is close to being that into gadgets. Past her sexuality, she thinks too much about things to pull out innuendos and such enough to get turned on by words, and usually worries about future events to be turned on by touch. Her expertise in psychology and gadgets has, in total, turned her 96.9% asexual. It's just not her thing. But she can persuade others into thinking she likes or wants sexual activities if she so desires. It's a matter of the right words in the right order at the right time. And Birdseed can time those things out well enough.

Angelo started to work his magic as birdseed asked for info on their guard in the flower shop making sure to check the camera then used facial recognition software to check and see the person and after a few moments Angelo called in well I got some good news for you birdseed this is a woman who is currently on guard however from her history of previous "parties" this woman swings for both teams. chose your backstory at your own discretion however I do want to point out that this woman is a repeated sex offender. Apparently in the United states she was sued for sexual harassment by trying to rape her partner who this time was another woman. So I would advice caution in dealing with her unless you want to play the innocent routine and get her to take you on Angelo told her surprised that someone like this was a guard to even begin with but Angelo was going to enjoy watching this one, three chicks that want to go at each other. Angelo started to record this for later...

Patch reached out and grabbed at his alarm clock as the noise machine buzzed loudly in the dimly lit room. He was sure the thing was trying to bore its way into his head as he pitched it over at the far wall and rolled over beneath the sheets, pulling his pillow back up over his head until the drumming in his ears quietened to a dull roar. Hangovers were a bitch, nut at least they seemed to be getting easier with time, his body slowly acclimatising to the toxins he regularly poured into it.

He knew there was something important he should be doing, but right now he just wanted to sleep. If it was really important then someone would've been up to wake him already, and since he couldn't hear sirens or gunfire then it must still be safe to sleep for another few minutes.

Some people were morning people. Some people were night owls. Jack was well an anytime person. He could wake up at 3:30 am and be bright eyed and chipper at 8:30pm. Maybe it was his training making him only need about three hours sleep and power naps through out the day. So while he was heading to the room with the others he noticed that Patcjes was sleeping. Most likely sleeping off a hangover of God only knew what. Course Jack was always prepared and so he grabbed an airborne with the words"Patches' Alarm" written on it. He sauntered into his room and pressed the horn down to wake him up. Having hopefully done so, Jack turned and left the room as quickly as he had come. There always was a good time for a prank or two and Patches was his favorite target. Course Jack had been working and got a few numbers he was gonna call later. He was finding he had a thing for English guys.

He walked into the main room. He needed his group. He was already wearing his tight fitting suit. It hugged every inch of his body and it had to. It also managed to mask his body from cameras. Sort of. "Owl! Patches! Let's go! Operation Surprise ain't gonna start itself boys and girls!" He said sounding oddly excited. Course he refused to enter the medical room, ever. He did not need to remember the Farm or Project Juno for the same reasons as Owl. He never used her name unless he had to. She was Owl just the same as he was Fox.

Elissa jolted out of her mental spacing at the sound of a raised voice; for a dreadful moment she forgot where she was and flailed, expecting to find the coffin-like isolation box pressing in on her. But no, there was open space around her, and a crack of light from under the door.
Muttering to herself she checked all the weapons on her person, lastly fingering the scalpel tucked into her jeans pocket. She stopped by her room and dropped that off under her pillow; the last thing she needed was them to question her sanity.
She saw the tee-shirt that she was supposed to wear, just a normal tight-fitting "teenaged" thing, she supposed. Only problem was, it would show too many scars. She shook her head and pulled her loose black turtleneck off, settling the bulletproof vest underneath and then replacing the turtleneck. She'd never wear that tight--and revealing--of a shirt, though she'd probably bake in the thick black sweater-type shirt that she wore.
She made sure everything was where she could reach it in her backpack and put on her combat boots, lacing them up. Hastily she braided her hair and ran down the stairs, stopping at attention in front of Jack. "Sorry, Fox." she said, her voice barely audible. "I'm going to have to stop by the weapons room, grab a couple magazines and a dart gun." then she realized that Patch was nowhere to be seen. "Is Patch still sleeping off last night?" she asked softly.

Birdseed pondered the options for a moment. Funeral could make them seem vulnerable enough for the guard to attempt to use her 'speciality' on them. And if the deceased is 'their grandmother', they have the option to bring in money and possibly heighten the interest of the guardswoman. However, a way to possibly not get raped if things go wrong would be the lesbian wedding. From there, the easiest way to bring sexual attention to the woman is bringing up the thought of it being tough to find a new threesome third into the mix, with rings on their fingers, since they 'have the occasional threesome'. That possibility might peak the guard's interest. Too many decisions, and not enough involving stun grenades or smoke bombs. "Well, I guess we'll have to talk it out with the lady first. If she's aggresive, we go with funeral and start to break down at any aggressiveness. If she's reasonably well mannered, we could go lesbian wedding, but oh, we'll have such difficulty with finding third parties whenever we decide on having a threesome while wearing wedding rings. If only it were easier to just find a regular third that we could call when we're in the mood for a threesome." Over-acting the italicized bit, Birdseed smirks, wondering how her talk of threesomes and sexual encounters with women affected Angelo. She decided that the decision would ultimately depend on the guard, but it's good to have all your ground covered.
Looking at the time, Birdseed figured it'd be best to leave soon. "Condor. Honey. I'm gonna grab Kheshig so we can hit the road. Got a long ride ahead of us. Meet us out at the car in five, kay?" Putting emphasis on the possibly fake-lesbian-lover pet name because why not, she strode out of the room they'd used as a changing room to get Kheshig from the gadget lab. I'd so rather be in there, but two pretty heads are better than one, I guess. Once in the lab, she knocked on the inside wall to get the other gadgeteer's attention. "We need to roll soon. Meeting at the car in five. See ya there. Oh, and you're driving. It was put to a vote. Plus you kinda need to drive around back to use the service entrance once you drop us off anyways, so it just makes sense."

As the echoes died down inside his head Patch grabbed the pistol from his bedside table and spun round, bringing it to bear on the doorway with a growl. Seeing only Jack's retreating back as the door closed behind him Patch uncocked the weapon and tossed it down onto the bed in frustration. "Okay, okay. I'm up, I'm up..." He called out, swinging his legs out from under the sheets and rubbing his hands over his eyes.

With his other hand he groped over to the bedside drawer, yanking it open before blindly hunting for his morning pick-me-up. The small container of medicinal aids had been made to his own unique recipe, perfected over the years to give Patch just what he needed for times like this. Tossing two tabs into his mouth he quickly chased the drugs down with a mouthful of whiskey from one of the bottles stashed beside his bed and almost immediately felt the cool spike rush through him as the chemicals began to work their way into his bloodstream.

It would take 15-20 minutes for the drugs to fully take effect, but by then the residual alcohol in his system would be cleared away, leaving Patch as fresh and alert as he ever was. In the meantime he stumbled up onto his feet and staggered over to the bathroom, his naked body shivering in the unheated room.

The thought of having to deal with a lesbian guard made Condor a little uneasy. She'd only ever 'been' with Kyle, and although her time working as a waitress had taught her how to flirt and manipulate members of the opposite sex into buying an extra slice of pie she wasn't sure how successful she'd be trying her tricks with another woman.

She smiled nervously over at Birdseed as the other woman jokingly called her 'Honey', playing along with the joke while at the same time wondering just how serious the younger woman was, Doesn't she have a thing going with Angelo? Condor thought, wondering if that too was just part of her cover. In this life Sarah had learnt never to trust first appearances, and in some cases second and third appearances too. There was always a hidden agenda and alternate motivation at play with the people she worked with, and it was rare to find someone who let you see who they truly were, even after years of working together.

After Birdseed had left Condor did a quick check on her purse, making sure she had everything she'd need, or at least what she could get away with carrying in the 'civilian' clothes she'd been told to wear for the mission. While the weight of the pistol was a comfort she'd have been far more comfortable with a MP7, or even better a P90 if she could get hold of one in this country. Instead all she had was the .45 semi-auto, a flick knife and enough junk to help make the purse look as though it belonged to a 'normal' person.

With a deep sigh of displeasure Condor snapped the bag closed and hanging it from her shoulder she made her way out to the front of the house to wait for Kheshig and the car.

No one bothered Kheshig during his preparation for the operation, and that suited him just fine. It was less distracting that way, allowing him to focus his attention fully on packing and sketching out a rough plan for his part. Detailed plans were never his strength, and he never liked them anyway. They left him too little room for improvisation, and imposed unnecessary restrictions on his actions. Operations were rarely ever straight-forward affairs; the ability to change a plan on the fly was itself an often over-looked advantage. It was written somewhere in the Art of War, Kheshig recalled, to be formless as the water when planning, and Kheshig was determined to be as formless as possible.

His task was simple, compared to the others. While Condor and Birdseed had to work their charm to distract any guards, all Kheshig had to do was just lie his way in to access the shop's electronic grid. With his legal line of work, getting his hands on an electrician's uniform had been child's play. He only had to ask around for any unwanted suits, with the excuse that he had outgrown his current one. That effectively made his job a rather literal walk in the park. He would waltz in, give some plausible excuse for his appearance, then proceed to covertly kill the shop's sight, voice and hearing.

Easy.

The open duffel bag on the floor in front of him contained what he needed. EMP charges to disable the cameras - and any unshielded electronics along with them - should he suddenly be required to work fast, resonator breach charges to bring down walls with minimal mess and noise should the need for a rapid exit be necessary and low-frequency, directed noise charges to just give his opponents splitting headaches should they get in the way of his team's getaway. Of course, he had included the tools of the trade for an electrician.

He walked across his bare, austere room towards his closet and carefully opened the doors. Now this was another reason why he preferred to be left alone when preparing, especially with this current team. As far as he knew, most of them were agents from the get-go, but Kheshig had began his career as a soldier, and old habits were very hard to break. He wanted to be able to fight his way out of the shop if it came to it, and while usually he would only be armed with a pistol and knife, this time he had the luxury of using a large duffel bag. Reaching into the closet, he pulled out an AS VAL assault rifle, his most prized possession. It had taken him a lot of trouble and dealings with unsavoury characters, as well as no small amount of money to get the thing into the UK, but it had been worth it.

Kheshig walked back to the duffel bag and gently laid the rifle on the ground. There was a reason he had hunted down this particular weapon, and it was not just because it was one of the few truly silent weapons in the world. The rifle could be disassembled and hidden in a purpose-built, lead-lined carrying case, perfect for Kheshig's needs. He took the weapon apart with practiced ease and placed the parts into the mid-sized carrying case, barely any larger than your standard business briefcase. The entire thing fitted nicely into the duffel bag.

He heard someone call out for him from the outside. "In here!" He shouted out, then quickly got to throwing on his attire. It was time they got the show on the road.

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Several minutes later, Kheshig walked out of his quarters in his electrician's uniform. It was a pretty tight fit for him, but he preferred it that way; it made it harder for him to get snagged on any protruding objects. The duffel bag was slung across his back, not exactly stuffed to the brim but neither was it too empty. Perfect for someone playing the part of servicing a small shop's security system. While Condor and Birdseed had opted to use the vocal patches to mask their native accents, Kheshig had decided against it. It was far more suspicious for him, a Chinaman, to be speaking with a butchered accent than for him to speak with his semi-Cornwallish accent.

He wore a baseball cap low to obscure the top-half of his face, more for his own comfort than anything else. Showing his full face in public never did sit well with him, and this was not a job where he could use a face mask or anything of the sort. He exited the safehouse, squinting as his eyes were suddenly assaulted by the full-force of the sun's glare. Pulling the cap lower over his eyes, and walked over to the car and stopping in front of Condor and Birdseed. While he supposed that most men - or all men, he corrected with an inward grin - would have had their gazes lingering on the two women far longer than what was polite, Kheshig just gave the two of them a cursory glance. "The two of you are distracting, that is for sure." He said off-handedly as he threw his duffel bag into the backseat and took his place in the driver's seat.

"Strange, never heard of that vote. Sounds like a Chinese democracy to me. Many votes, but only one choice." He said dryly as he started up the engine and got the car moving. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small radio and pressed the transmit button to inform Angelo. "Callsign Kheshig is oscar mike. Break. Transporting callsign Condor and callsign Birdseed. Break. Will stop them no less than ten - I spell, tango, echo, november - blocks away from the target building, over."

The drive was a long one, but Kheshig had plenty to discuss with the two women. "As you heard, I will drop the two of you off a distance away from the flower shop. Safer that way, and the mid-afternoon crowd should cover your approach. Give me maybe twenty minutes to hide the vehicle and get around to the back. I will make sure I am heard when I enter. Once I am done, I will exit through the front door." He said, then glanced at the rear view mirror to look at whoever was seated behind. "That is what I hope will happen, but if things go south..."

He trailed off for a moment, his eyes returning to the seemingly unending road. If things indeed went south, there was very little that he could do that would not at the very least piss off Angelo, but there was little choice. "I will do what is needed to get us out, you have my word on that." He said, then glanced sideways at the person seated in the passenger seat. "Feel free to tune the radio to whatever you want. There is only so much talk we can have."

@Skythikon "Strange, never heard of that vote. Sounds like a Chinese democracy to me. Many votes, but only one choice."

"We used the British system, 'First Past The Post'," Condor replied with a smile, "Since both Birdseed and I agreed you'd be the best one to drive there was no real need to bother you when I know you'd prefer to be left playing with your toys."

Sarah could never understand why some people had to bring so much equipment with them on a job. Eyeing Kheshig's dufflebag suspiciously it looked as if he'd decided to bring every piece of equipment he had along for the ride. Reaching down, she pulled her purse hard against her side, wondering if it was too late to ask him to bring her own SMGs along, just in case she'd need them. Before she had a chance to make the suggestion their little Oriental friend was directing the girls into the car and they set off down the road.

Checking her watch Condor saw it was a just after three in the afternoon, a little earlier than their original plan had intended their departure, but if she and Birdseed were to be approaching by foot they should still reach their target within an acceptable timeframe. Leaning back in her seat Condor glanced at Kheshig in the driving seat in front of her as he chatted away before turning her attention to the sky overhead.

It was a bright day, but still quite overcast. She'd heard the weather was often like that in Britain and that it wasn't likely to rain, which was good as her outfit wasn't designed to get wet. For now she was content simply to sit back and wait, like a cat ready to pounce as soon as her prey came near.

Birdseed observed all that was going on. Distraction... Sexually attractive... Seductive... Things I haven't done or been in a long time. I'm sure I can pull off being bait for the guard's attention, and my words could woo her, but I'm not much to look at. Just a swimmer in a one piece set... Looking over at Condor, Birdseed was almost in envy of how much her partner in distraction had to show off.
By the time they were in the car, Birdseed had gotten over her thoughts of body image. When Kheshig mentioned things going south, Birdseed chirped in, with no particular emotion invested in her sentence. "A well timed kiss could cover up your escape from the electrical room. And get us her number. Plus, I have a few... tricks in my purse if we need and escape." Holding up one of her smoke bombs and a tazer grenade, Birdseed smiles at Condor. "I got us covered if we can't get out quietly."
Birdseed decided to go through Kheshigs' bag to see what goodies he's packed. Seeing all the variety and useful items, she drops in a helpful item: a very universal remote. It was wired to be used on cameras. They can be pointed at a camera and used to pause, rewind, and the like to that camera.

"Those are not toys," Kheshig said, with a hint of whiny indignation in his voice. He did not understand why so many of these westerners referred to his creations as mere 'toys'. He could understand it coming from his civilian acquaintances; to them he showed the whimsical and pointless creations every time anyone asked about his hobby and life beyond work. It was a convenient way of explaining away his rare public appearances and lack of a social life. However, coming from his fellow agents, that felt like an insult, though it was certainly not said that way. Maybe there was something he was not getting. It had only been barely a year since he stepped onto British soil, and colloquialisms were still something he was getting used to.

They had entered the city proper, and now Kheshig slowed down slightly. He wanted to be careful to avoid drawing unnecessary attention to themselves. "A well-timed kiss indeed," he muttered to himself. If things did go south, it would do so quickly and spectacularly, and he doubted Birdseed's ability to pull off her plan in such a short time frame. Of course, he was willing to be surprised, and had every faith that she knew what she was doing. A slight smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he saw the grenades Birdseed had packed. "Now that is a plan I agree with." He said, no small amount of approval in his voice.

He pulled over by the sidewalk once they were around eight or nine blocks away from the flower shop. "This is where we split up." He said. "I will drive around and park at the back. Position will be relayed to the two of you later on during exfiltration. May speed and skill grace your actions."

Once the car doors were shut, he drove off, speaking into the radio once again. "This is callsign Kheshig. Callsigns Condor and Birdseed have dismounted and are foot-mobile towards target building. Break. ETA on my arrival, five mikes, repeat, fiver mikes. Over."

As she stepped out of the car sarah reached up for her earbud, giving it a quick tap before simply saying, "Condor, in flight with 'Seed." The burst transmission should be enough to let Angelo know what was happening, and unless anything untoward happened Condor doubted she'd need to use the radio against until arranging their pickup after the mission.

Looking over at Birdseed Condor smiled warmly. "This would've been a lot easier if I could've gotten some of Patch's 'social lubricant' from him before heading out. I've been out on the town with him a few times and those drops of his has most girls eating out of his hand in seconds. We might have to sit him down and discuss his drinking at some point if he keeps slacking off like this before a mission." As she talked Condor pulled her purse up onto her shoulder and turned to face the direction of the flower shop. They were still quite a distance away, but not so far that it would cause them a problem and with the clouds thinning overhead it looked like a pleasant day for a casual stroll.

"Shall we?" She asked, turning to look over at her partner in crime as she felt butterflies swarming in her belly. The idea of having to fake a relationship with another woman was making her anxious, but she kept her poker face steady, hoping Birdseed would see only the cool confidence Condor always tried to portray.

Elissa jolted out of her mental spacing at the sound of a raised voice; for a dreadful moment she forgot where she was and flailed, expecting to find the coffin-like isolation box pressing in on her. But no, there was open space around her, and a crack of light from under the door.
Muttering to herself she checked all the weapons on her person, lastly fingering the scalpel tucked into her jeans pocket. She stopped by her room and dropped that off under her pillow; the last thing she needed was them to question her sanity.
She saw the tee-shirt that she was supposed to wear, just a normal tight-fitting "teenaged" thing, she supposed. Only problem was, it would show too many scars. She shook her head and pulled her loose black turtleneck off, settling the bulletproof vest underneath and then replacing the turtleneck. She'd never wear that tight--and revealing--of a shirt, though she'd probably bake in the thick black sweater-type shirt that she wore.
She made sure everything was where she could reach it in her backpack and put on her combat boots, lacing them up. Hastily she braided her hair and ran down the stairs, stopping at attention in front of Jack. "Sorry, Fox." she said, her voice barely audible. "I'm going to have to stop by the weapons room, grab a couple magazines and a dart gun." then she realized that Patch was nowhere to be seen. "Is Patch still sleeping off last night?" she asked softly.

Jack was setting up his suit for the upcoming. He was no expert when it came to gadgets, he didn't even know how half the stuff he had worked and it didn't matter. He just knew that they were the only way he could do his job and not completely mess up the mission. He had a few different stuff to use but his favorite had to be his gloves. They gave him traction on basically any surface so he could climb wherever he needed to. He also thought he looked damn good in his suit.

When Owl came in her nodded to her. "Alright. Makes sure it is fast working cause something about all of this feels strange. I've got a very very bad feeling about this mission." He added looking around for Patches. "Well he isn't sleeping anymore I can tell you that. My air horn saw to that. Whatever he was on last night really messed him up badly. "Jack said not adding how he fealt about all that. It was funny since only Owl was allowed to called him Fox. He hated when anyone else did it. "If his drunken ass would get down here, we could get going!" He yelled up the stairs at Patches. "I'm gonna need you two no doubt. I'm gonna trip into a guard or whatever." he said looking around the room as he waited. He didn't need a weapon and it didn't fit on his suit.