[center][h2][color=SlateBlue]Heist[/color] for[color=SeaGreen]Two[/color]: Part One[/h2][/center]

Two full days of preparation had led up to this point. Diligent, perhaps excessively so, Isaac studied his mission briefing as if it were a final to a semester. Janus Corporation, according to the mission intelligence that EDGE had provided, was said to be highly advanced and the compound being well protected with guards and automated defenses. It certainly didn’t appear to be some casual recruitment mission. Isaac couldn’t help but feel very expendable. All for some yahoo with split personality disorder but to his, or their, credit it was quite an extensive list. Yet despite his great powers seems to be finicky and unreliable according to the dossier. It seemed like a horrible gamble, but Isaac couldn’t help but feel a tinge of envy as he was never “gifted” with his powers. He suffered for them. His partner in crime was certainly a good example of being gifted.

Ellen had certainly given about half of an effort these past few days. Isaac was such a [i]tryhard[/i] that he would know the details, but he never was bright. Without there ever being a second thought, Ellen knew she was going to lead Isaac around on this mission, like a dog on a leash, but she was fine with that. Ellen wasn’t stupid, a second, maybe even a third, would be needed as Janus Corp was no laughing matter. They were tryhards, too. 

Ellen stood there listening to EDGE sign off on all them. She crossed her arms and rolled her eyes at EDGE’s sign off to her and Isaac. She hated the way he talked. “[i]Fft[/i].. Let’s go, Isaac.” Ellen muttered with a mild annoyance being evident in her tone. Thinking that nobody here was the “goodbye” type, the two made their way to the door only to have hear a screech behind them. Ellen very impatiently turned around and stared down the little screecher with her eyes open wider and mouthed the word “What?” But Ellen had already guessed what was going to happen before she even finished mouthing those words. “[i]Pfft[/i]” Ellen scoffed and threw a hand up and gently shook her head. “Yea, great. Thanks.” She replied with almost zero appreciation in her tone. 

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Janus Corp had a pretty interesting exterior that would catch your eye if you were driving past it. The building was designed to be that Art Deco Modern style with sharp edges and a bleached, sterile coloring. Now it is important to note that Janus didn’t just specialize in the capture and experimentation of Metas because it would be dumb to broadcast where you are. Instead, they specialized in popular products such as advanced computer programs or shampoo. 

Security to enter the building was pretty standard. A security gate must be cleared to get into the parking lot but you could walk right into the lobby of the building from the road. This route seemed to offered a lot more in terms of approach, such as subterfuge. For Isaac and Ellen’s approach, Isaac would pose as a possible candidate to sell to Janus Corp, who on the very down-low would buy captured mutants from individuals. Ellen would pose as the seller but she would need a very convincing sell. Thankfully, she has had a [i]little[/i] practice. To support the illusion, Nancy provided the duo two of the burliest Heralds she could offer. They were ordered to follow Ellen’s command.

Entering the building the four of them approached the reception desk, which was quite a walk from the main doors. Security was tight but that was just for show. They were standard “rent-a-cops” to pose for the people. The real security was further in. “Ah good morning, miss!” The receptionist said with a gleeful smile. Ellen, who was still wearing her sunglasses and a large sun hat, strode up confidently to the counter. “Good morning.” She returned with a very plain smile. It was funny that the receptionist hadn’t noticed the freakishly tall mutant being man-handled by twiddledee and twiddledumb. The other staff and patrons in the building surely noticed it, however. 

It took a moment but the receptionist finally spotted it and her smile dropped immediately. Ellen faked a cough to get the receptionists attention back. “Oh sorry, miss, how can I help you?” The receptionist asked rather nervously while occasionally sneaking a glance to Isaac. “I have an offer that I’m sure you would all [i]love[/i] to hear. May I speak to.. Mr. Reynad?” Ellen inquired politely as she drew a card from her handbag and handed it to the receptionist. It was a simple business card with Reynad’s contact information. Arnold Reynad was listed as Branch Manager but he really was the back dealer scum that bought and sold Metas. It was likely the receptionist had seen this pattern before but either she was too stupid to realize or didn’t care. She made the call, talked to someone on the other line and hung up. Ellen listened to ever word despite some being whispered. The receptionist was clueless and there seemed to be no threat to their discovery. Yet.

A few minutes later, Mr. Reynad, looking played the part of a manager trying to contain his panic. Escorting a Meta through the main doors of the building would be a huge red flag to their discovery so Ellen could only imagine how worried this man must have been. “Ah miss, would you please come with me. I’m sure we can discuss business in my office.” The man sputtered quickly in a polite manner. Ellen merely nodded and followed Reynad to an electronic door. A glint shimmered in Ellen’s eye as she saw the man quickly swipe his keycard and pull open the door. Their ticket in and this idiot had no idea.