[i]At Alexis' apartment[/i]

The BMW pulled to a stop, Alexis neatly driving the vehicle into a tight spot with practiced ease.  A doorman approached but stood back from the car upon recognising the driver.

[b]"Miss Chandle, you're back early today.  A package arrived for you today.  Shall I collect it for you?"[/b] The immaculately dressed man asked with a small bow.  It was apparent he knew to stay away from the car until Alexis had gotten out; largely a trust issue on her part from years in the SAS.  With a curt nod she agreed and the man headed off back into the building to fetch the parcel.

[color=fff79a][b]"I'm on the fourth floor, we can take the stairs."[/b][/color]  She had a mistrust of elevators and avoided them where possible or feasible, hence why she had an apartment only a few floors up so it was easy to take the manual route up.  As they passed through the lavishly decorated reception area the doorman reappeared with a package wrapped in plain brown paper before heading back to his earlier post.  Alexis tucked it under her arm and then headed for the stairs, taking them two at a time more out of habit than any hurry.  [color=fff79a][b]"Here we are."[/b][/color]  She said as they emerged from the stairwell, key at the ready as she arrived at a door only two down from the door they had come from.

The inside was frugally decorated, in terms of personal items that was.  An overly large TV was hung from the wall with two three-seater leather sofas facing it an angle with another, curved, sofa directly opposite it while a large class coffee table sat between them.  One wall of the main room was a water feature, the liquid trickling down it in a continuous and thin layer with lights hidden in the trough at the bottom creating intricate patterns through the water.  A kitchen, with graphite surfaces and natural wooden cupboards, with a breakfast bar was just around the corner in the open plan room with the remaining wall a large window looking out over the park opposite the apartment block.

Two doors leading off the kitchen led into a bathroom with separate shower and bath, the latter equipped with a vortex massage system while the former was relatively functional with stylish cupboards along one wall, a mirror as one of the doors, and a kingsize bed in the centre.

Alexis dropped her keys in a bowl on the kitchen counter, shrugging off her coat and throwing it over the back of one of the sofas with an apparently practiced movement.

[color=fff79a][b]"Make yourself at home.  I'm going to change into something a little more incognito.  There's a coffee maker... thing in the kitchen.  I've never used it but I'm told it's top of the line."[/b][/color]  She disappeared into the bedroom and slipped into jeans and a white blouse, plaiting her hair into a ponytail rather than simply tying it up, and finding a pair of sunglasses.  Checking her appearance in the mirror, and satisfied with the change, she rang into command and asked them to pass a message onto the man they had despatched to the bar after her report.

[color=fff79a][b]"Tell him to rendezvous with us here.  We're better off going in with backup, even if he isn't NAIL."[/b][/color]  She ordered, the man on the other end protesting for a bit before she quoted a higher up's name and he relented quickly.  Returning to the main room she popped the kettle and television on.

[color=fff79a][b]"So, what's the target up to?"[/b][/color]