Usually tardiness was something to frown upon but Elena couldn't blame those that were late. Ivy was very quick to get things underway. As the briefing continued, Elena noticed people trickle in and one person, "Eight", didn't even bother showing up in person. Judging by his greeting, he kind of deserved that glare from Ivy, wherever he was.

With the announcement of team leaders, Elena couldn't be more satisfied by being announced team one's lead. Leading a team is certainly a change of pace. "I'll find the finest dress..." Elena replied as she flicked her dossier closed. Expecting to pick her own team, Elena began eyeballing the room but that man who had been taking diligent notes during the meeting came over and offered to join. He even saluted when he greeted her.

A little puzzled at the enthusiasm, Elena rubbed her chin as she eyeballed the man from head to toe. "Fine..." Elena's voice was surprisingly soft and gentle as opposed to her rather rough and crude exterior. "...I'll take you. Give me four hours to figure out your cover story." Elena flipped open her dossier again and ripped off a blank corner of one of the pages. She began searching her pockets and managed to produce a pen. "Now before you get any ideas..." Elena said as she wrote on the small torn paper. "...This is my number. Call if you have questions or concerns with these coming few days." She turned and handed him the paper.

Simon looked through the dossier on the mission, "I'll see what I can do. I'll also take a look at the mobile HQ unit you talked about. The stuff in there better be top notch or I won't be able to promise anything." He hrmed quiety looking things over, and at the same time, point the last line of code into the job he was one before this. He then picked up his cellphone, transfered the called from his room phone over to his cell phone, handy bit of hacking there too, and made his way to the vehicle pool to get a look at the HQ van.

While there he continued to listen to the meeting and read through the dossier, already seeing some things he could do, recording camera feeds, looping video, seamless shut down of motion sensors and other things. The phones wouldn't be a problem, if they were hardline and not wireless he could patch right into those and tap them with ease. He hrmed softly, "I have some ideas...and I'm checking the HQ now. Give me abit, and the support team what there is of us, as I don't know who's on it yet, can get the action teams all set up."

Shingle nodded taking the number with a smile saluting again "You can count on me..." Shingle walked out of the room finding the nicest suit he can at his home "Suit...Suit...Suit"

Ivy gathered up her folders and looked around the room once more at everyone "I trust you all will be ready for launch, i will make sure what ever gear you need is availible, the armory and tech works are open for this op, non lethal only remember... if you have any questions or requests i will be in my office trying to assure the client that we will bring his daughter home safe, do not...make me a liar" she made her way out of the briefing room heading towards her office.

Simon hung his cellphone from his chest, in a small pocket he had built into his shirt for just something like this, when on the job he would be able to use a headset, as he wouldn't actually have to be physically on site of the job. But he didn't have that luxury at the moment. He checked the mobile HQ van, finding the doors locked. He sighed then started to work trying to figure out how to get in. In the meantime he spoke to the other members of the group, "So once again, I'm s3c#un 3!g#t, or Section Eight, or just Eight if you want. Yes just the number. I'm afraid I don't know any of you, not a biggie, I often never meet the people I'm working with, I'm technical support and hacking not field ops. I don;t usually meet field agents." He hrmed then found a slim bit of steel, which he carefully inserted between the door housing and the lock ad carefully began to wriggle, "So, let's intro each other here. Get to know our skills and styles of work."

He worked at it carefully, hooking the lock then loosing it again and again. Workers didn't seem to notice him while he worked. He spoke again, "So I'm guessing we have someone that works really well with disguises, Elena was it?" He hrmed softly, catching the lock plunger then with a push, the plunger popped loose and the door unlocked. He smiled broadly, "Alright, let's see what I can do with this. Anyone on the team good with infiltration and technology? Or am I the only techie on the team?"

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Simon hung his cellphone from his chest, in a small pocket he had built into his shirt for just something like this, when on the job he would be able to use a headset, as he wouldn't actually have to be physically on site of the job. But he didn't have that luxury at the moment. He checked the mobile HQ van, finding the doors locked. He sighed then started to work trying to figure out how to get in. In the meantime he spoke to the other members of the group, "So once again, I'm s3c#un 3!g#t, or Section Eight, or just Eight if you want. Yes just the number. I'm afraid I don't know any of you, not a biggie, I often never meet the people I'm working with, I'm technical support and hacking not field ops. I don;t usually meet field agents." He hrmed then found a slim bit of steel, which he carefully inserted between the door housing and the lock ad carefully began to wriggle, "So, let's intro each other here. Get to know our skills and styles of work."He worked at it carefully, hooking the lock then loosing it again and again. Workers didn't seem to notice him while he worked. He spoke again, "So I'm guessing we have someone that works really well with disguises, Elena was it?" He hrmed softly, catching the lock plunger then with a push, the plunger popped loose and the door unlocked. He smiled broadly, "Alright, let's see what I can do with this. Anyone on the team good with infiltration and technology? Or am I the only techie on the team?"

Fredrik spoke up, "I can program and hack. Nothing advanced, as I only learned that technology existed a few years ago. I'd prefer to be team 1 or 2, but 3 is ok, too. It's up to the boss on this one."

"I'm more explosives slash killing stuff. So not very subtle." Jack joked. He hated doing tech stuff. He wanted to be team 1 or two. "I am not great at tech stuff. LIke I am terrible at it. Unless explosives count as tech." He joked.

"Then good luck." Elena said as she uncomfortably sat through another salute. It was nice to see his excitement. It made for a nice change of pace but at the same time, it was so obscure in a professional environment that it was kind of unsettling.

Once again before Elena could get up and leave, another person was asking for her attention. Only this person wasn't present in the room. "Correct, Eight. I'm not only good at disguises but also false identities and the like." Eight's real name, whatever that set of letters and numbers were, was ridiculous by Elena's standards, but to each there own. Hopefully this guy was worth his weight and could help her out with some of the more technical stuff. "Before I go.. Eight. You and I need to talk. In person. A good alibi means nothing if they background check every guest at that party."

Simon hrmed, "You can find me down in the vehicle pool Elena. I'm looking over our Mobile HQ. And will likely be down here for awhile before doing some leg work myself. If you need to talk to me, you can come on down here. I'll be the goofy looking guy with the nose and eyebrow piercings under the computers in the van."

As he said that Eight was already lying on his back, fiddling with wires and connectors, if he had to do work in this thing he wanted it to run at peak performance, and honestly who ever set this thing up was a scriptkiddie, and didn't know the first thing about datamining or black hat ops. The routers and towers were all connected haphazardly, and needed to be switched or there would be conflicting information going from source to source. He wouldn't have that, and wouldn't be caught dead in it.

He took a moment to break the hack done on the FEA comms. system, filing a mental reminder for himself to fix the damage that might have done later. For now there was more important things to do, like meet with Elena, hopefully she'd come to him and he wouldn't have to track her down. Otherwise it'd be a big chase to track each other down.

Emil looked through the dossier, wait staff is easy, he was hoping for party guests but you can't always get when you want. He looked around the room at his colleagues. At least I won't need to think of back stories for these kill crazy clowns to memorize he thought to himself as he stood up. He started speaking in a monotone "Anyone who wishes to be part of team 2 can talk to me about your qualifications, it's important for this job that you can remain in the background, you probably won't need to deal with party guests other than handing them food and beverages. In all honesty the most important part of this is that you can be inconspicuous, and don't do anything out of the ordinary for someone on." Though articulate, his thick accent would make it hard for people to understand him on normal occasions.

Alfred tokk a pull of his cigarette looking through the instructions and Information once more. He didn't really care which team he would get assigned to, he would do his best so this mission will be successful.. this mission just had to be he told himself. He cant afford making mistakes on such a challenging mission.

Elena took one more glance around the room, analyzing who was left: Not-subtle guy, the man smoking, or that other guy. Personally speaking, Elena would have preferred to keep her team small to lighten the work she'd have but also because another person increases the chance of getting caught. More people meant more opportunities for breaks in stories which would lead to more raised eyebrows which then would lead to discovery. Nah, Elena felt fine with her team of two, but if anyone absolutely wanted to join, they'd best hurry and catch her before she spoke with Eight.

Satisfied, she grabbed her mission documents and walked out of the room and made for the vehicle pool in the underground garage. On her way down there, her plan was already starting to manifest. Her false identity was easy and flexible, but that other guy, who knows how well he could act the part. For safety sake, it would have to be simple but believable. That's why having a tech aid will provide that flexibility to her partner's identity.

Elena finally found the large HQ vessel and a pair of scrawny legs poking out. She knocked on the side of the vehicle before talking. "Eight. It's me, Elena."

Eight pushed himself out from under the tech station. He sat up and nodded to her, "Well I can honestly say, you're a might prettier then I thought you'd be. And no that's not a come on, just a plain old compliment." He smiles, then reaches up and slaps the power button on the computer and monitors, "So we're working together then. You can call me Simon if you really want too. I prefer being called Eight when on the job though." He stood up then offered her a hand to get up into the HQ van, "So I can surmise you need some passable background files? Maybe some decent passcards too?" He smiles, "This command vehicle has all the things I need to even make us latex masks that could pass a close up facial scan, even fake retinas to beat a retina scanner. Not sure how good those are though."

Whether or not Elena took his help he hopped into the hot seat in front of the computer, booting up the operating systems, once everything is in, he plugs his phone into one of the access ports and starts to transfer rootkits, data miners and various other programs from it into the computer. He smiles, "What kind of background do you have in mind? Or do you want several just in case you want to try and switch on the fly?" He started assigning tasks to each monitor, getting things up and running as quick as he can, "We've got alot of work to do, and I need to do some covert leg work, I need to actually go to the site, and sneak into their security hub so I can record some footage off the cameras and get a backdoor or two fitted in for my software. I was hoping one of the team had some infiltration and tech savviness to help me, but I didn't get anything back form those on the team, so I need to do this on my lonesome. And to be perfectly honest, I'm not covert operations trained."

He smiled as he got what he could running on this end he then turned in the chair to look at her, "So what shall your wizard do for you?"

Emil got up to leave the briefing room. "If any of you need to reach me to join my team or anything else either find me or call this number." He placed a card on the desk, it was a standard white business card, printed in black ink were the words Emil Bannick, underneath it was printed the word Kameleon, followed by the number. He left the room with his hands in his pockets, the dossier under his arm. He was worried about the fact that so many of the group seemed to be obsessed with killing. Murder never makes a mission clean, and murder always ends in suspicion, and suspicion always ends up in a higher risk of getting caught. He walked into a room and sat in front of a desk, placing the dossier on it and opening it to help take his mind off the easy ways it could go wrong. He began reading it again.

Fredrik headed off to his room after signing up or team 1. He found a tuxedo in his closet and made sure it was in good condition. He also got out his pistol shoulder harness and his silenced SIG-Sauer P225 Compact, just in case. He didn't intend to have to use it, but he never felt safe without it on a mission.

Fredrik put back in his earbuds and resumed his workout.

Ivy watched everyone from her security feed in her office, she just got off the phone it was safe to say it was not a pleasant call, she poured herself a glass of very expensive bourbon and took a sip her eyes following each of her agents before seeing Simon and Elena in the motor pool sighing "didn't even look for the keys" she smirked as Kimberly stepped into the office "mam it seems we have a problem" the younger lady said carrying a folder that read classified on the front "what kind of problem" ivy disliked the undertone in Kimberly's voice it only ment bad news "there is a chance that someone in your employ might be a double agent" she said handing ivy the folder "impossible, my agents are handpicked and loyal" she opened the folder and looked over the contents.

What she read pointed to it but there was no lead or even guesses at who it was "this changes nothing..…the return of the girl comes first I will deal with this after this mission" Kimberly nodded and left the office ivy pawed though the folder more before closing it and turn on the intercom to the entire building "team leaders are to report to my office anyone without a spot on a team must do so now" ivy was downed her drink before pouring another.

Emil heard the intercom message, put down the dossier he was reading, and got up, he stretched his neck before he put his hands in his pockets and started to walk leisurely towards Ivy's office.
As he neared the office he nodded at Kimberly and he opened the door and walked in. "Salutations Miss Ivy." He said as he closed the door behind him.

Elena rolled her eyes and smirked at the man's compliment as if to say Really?. It wasn't so much that Elena appreciated compliments or a man's charm, but this is the last place she'd be expecting it. "Very well, Simon." She answered as she took his offered arm up to the bus. This guy must love to schmooze and judging by his pony tail and piercings, he may not get to do it too often so Elena indulged him. "Nothing too complicated. Party settings aren't all that secure because it would annoy the guests and in this case, I'm guessing very prominent and powerful guests. No party host, no matter how paranoid, would bother their guests with security checks. I imagine there will be a single security checkpoint to check for weapons and such. You might consider offering that assistance to Team Two, who might have to bypass security securing our target's data."

While Simon began uploading his phone to the bus, Elena glanced around the crammed tech wagon that seemed really uncomfortable. "My background is simple..." She responded, "European models are always invited by wealthy party goers to impress other party guests. They pay modeling agencies for the girls and the girls are expected to treat the man, or women in some cases, to one of the best nights they've ever had." She turned her attention back to Simon. "Put me on the roster of an modeling agency and make sure I get hired as an escort. After that I know what to do. There is however a second thing..." Elena paused, trying to think over how to approach a solution. "I have a second man in my team and I need him to have a good alibi for being there. A guest list might give us the leg up on who or what my second man should be. Find it and we sho-.." A sudden blare over the intercom interrupted her.

"What the hell could she possibly want?" She looked over at Simon, giving him a suspicious glance not necessarily directed at him but the situation in general. "Well whatever... seems like a waste of time but fine. Let's go."

As alfred was finished with thinking, he put his cigarette off throwing the cigarette leftover in the ashtray. He had to find a team now. Team 1 was kind of full, a small team would be more efficient he thought. Him joining team 3? No way, he doesn't have enough knowledge with hacking and computers to pull off anything complex. Only team 2 was left, so he stood up and entered the number shown on Emil's card. As he heard the intercom message coming through he immediatly cancled the call and wrote an sms instead as he made his way to the shooting range.

Hey Emil
I am looking forward to assist you and join you team for the upcoming mission, if you accept me and or need further information, you can find me at the shooting range.
Long-shot

Ivy sat at her desk Kimberly letting those she called in to see her she gave Emil a silent greeting as they waited for the other two team leaders ivy got up from her chair and went over to the bar that was in the corner of the room pouring herself another bourbon "drink?" She asked Emil with a empty glass in her hand