Everyone left the Starbucks together, trying not to look conspicuous leaving the mall too late. Given the way some of them looked, Arryn was rather certain anyone watching would assume they were a bunch of delinquents up to no good, or that some kind of juvenile high school had just taken place. Some of them sure looked young enough to pass off as teenagers. It was at that moment that a familiar face appeared before her, talking about being late. It seemed Mat hadn't changed much from his days at the Academy. He could probably compete with Robin for who made flashier entrances. Their team leader was a little more intentional, while Mat seemed to just be shameless about his own bad habits. Arryn didn't quite know if there was a distinction. [color=ed1c24]"Good evening too, Mat. I see you haven't changed at all after graduation."[/color] Arryn greeted him politely, tossing him the car keys and communicator. She was in charge of briefing him on the plan, she supposed. [color=ed1c24]"Our car is the Dodge Charger."[/color] A Dodge Charger? We are taking an American car? I'd rather take a Peugeot 306 over an American car any day, and that's a station wagon. Though honestly I do like the 306, it's a pretty comfy car to ride around in and sadly overshadowed by the 307. I mean if you want family cars, then the 307's really your best bet. My uncle owned a 307. I actually learned to drive in one and- Ah, I'm losing myself again. Anyway, where was I ... Right. Dodge Charger. American cars, and - My eyes take sight of the so-called Dodge Charger. Wow Arryn, that isn't a Dodge. That's not even an American car. It's a Toyota Corolla. E120 in fact. The differences between a Charger and a Corolla are actually quite evident. How do you mistake them for each- I look at her. That smug smile. I try to stop it, but my eyebrows twitch slightly in annoyance. My right fist shakes at her in mock-anger. The car keys jingle and jangle within my hand. "Chérie, je suis déçue," I say, shaking my head in disappointment. Always a tease, that Arryn. Looks like she didn't change much since graduation either. Though admittedly I didn't actually talk to her as much as my calculator. I can feel its comforting weight in my sleeve. Thanks calculator. Anyway, back to the thingie at hand. "Où allons-nous?" is the next thing say. Where exactly are we going? Fashionably late, I may have been, but I know very little about the plan, taking the "Dodge Charger" or not. Details. They're important. [color=ed1c24]"Warehouse. Our team leader worked out some kind of deal with the Italian mob to keep it as our base of operations in exchange for clearing out some gang that's using it."[/color] Arryn explained briefly, tossing him a tablet with details of the plan, including the layout and their role in the attack. [color=ed1c24]"We're assisting the front door assault team by commandeering the enemy's technical. Oh, and our 'employment status' is a big secret, so don't say anything that might give us away."[/color] Arryn glanced at the calculator in Mat's sleeve, and though she did not say it, the comment was pointed at the calculator that was just as prone to give away their element of surprise as Mat was. [color=ed1c24]"You never really had to tinker with something under fire, will you be alright?"[/color] You know I actually just fell from the sky and broke my fall with tinkered beanbags, and jumped over a building with springs in my feet. My machining ... is it machining? Yeah, that's the word. Machining. My machining skills are pretty top-notcha, don'tcha know? I drive better, but hey I can totally get this stuff down if I'm being sh- Oh wait my mouth isn't open. Ack okay okay Ruspanti, turn that eggnog ... nogging? Noggin? Yeah noggin. Turn that thing back around so you can say what you want to say. I smile. "Ne t'en fais pas." The words slip out of my mouth with practiced ease. I'm actually not sure of myself. But I have an image to uphold. And besides, it shouldn't be too difficult to handle, hopefully. My eyes glance down at the tablet she's handed me. Let's see here, doesn't pertain to me, doesn't pertain to me, doesn't pertain to ... ooh, here we are. This isn't even going to be hard. Well, maybe not being too flashy could be a problem. "Accord," I say finally. Woah, I was pretty silent and musing there. So I nod vigorously at Arryn. Everything is going to be fine. I'll try my best not to give myself away, I'll try and not get killed when tinkering, and - Oh sorry calculator I need to hide you somewhere better. It falls out of my sleeve and into my left hand. I promptly jam it in one of my baggy jacket's many inner pockets. Okay, we're clear. Arryn had a faint suspicion she was going to have keep Mat from getting shot some time during their mission, but she kept that thought to herself. Of all the things a Butei carried, he had a calculator. Unless math problems suddenly grew bodies and became career criminals... She shook the thought from her head and ran her finger over his tablet to make sure he looked at the rest of the plan. [color=ed1c24]"You should probably be familiar with what the others are doing so you don't end up shooting one of our own. Especially since you weren't around for the introductions."[/color] She honestly felt as if she was being a little too motherly at times, but given Mat's personality and how some of her teammates behaved, it was probably for the best if she kept an eye on them for now. [color=ed1c24]"You should probably introduce yourself to the other two we'll be teaming up with for the attack."[/color] Arryn gestured at the other pair of Butei, whose car was right beside theirs. [color=ed1c24]"This is Mat. He's a little late to the party, but I'm getting him up to speed and he'll be our driver." [/color] I grin and bow, adding a little flourish to the movement. As I rise, my grin fades to a simple smile. I like smiling, honestly. It's a lot more authentic than all those big grins I do. And ... oh wow they're pretty tall. I feel surrounded by giants. Okay don't show that to them. Maman always told me to make a good first impression, especially when they probably have guns. She nearly got shot by insurrectionists once when delivering aid in Libya. Anyway, situation at haaaand. "Bonsoir," I say, quickly looking down at the tablet as Arryn had instructed. Okay, these two guys were ... Jacob Murphy and Sloan Negasi? I guess the latter's probably the [i]berbère[/i]-looking one. "Enchanté." So these two are going to be covering for Arryn and I when we do our thing in the personnel hallway? Yep, best to make a good impression. "Vous êtes beaux," I add. They are quite pretty, after all.