Things were going smoothly so far. Pretty much as they always did. "Everyone in position?" He whispered into his communicator as he stood near the exit of the room he was currently standing in. It was a room filled with people. Yes that's right. He was hiding in plain sight as a guest at the party he was attending. Was there a reason? Of course. In this very room were four of the worlds current most dangerous men. The current group of agents had one mission. Find them. Isolate them. And kill them. The reason for this being that said men had already committed various acts of terrorism and were no doubt planning more. So it was necessary to handle this mission with utmost precision. His team should have been ready by now.

The marksman, or rather woman, was stationed outside with a clear view of the balcony which their member most skilled in stealth and espionage would trick one of the men, Aaron Thomson, into walking out onto so that he could be taken out quickly. The muscle, as he was referred to, would then hurry and take care of the next target Nicolai Spopovich. The remaining two, Kaito Nakamura and Joseph Franklin, would be handled by him and their resident mutant. "Hey Birdie we still have a good escape route right?" He then asked the team techy as he located one of the targets. Birdie. That was a nickname for her. Right now it was safer to keep her in their escape vehicle with their getaway driver outside of the party so they could make sure they left quickly.

There was no doubt in Henry's mind that this mission would go off without a hitch. They had the skill and strategy to make sure their four targets wouldn't be leaving this party. And so long as they weren't caught they wouldn't be traced. Birdie after all should have been able to hack into any security system and cameras that could pose a problem or expose this. This was covert. But doing it in this setting was most ideal so that the suspect list would be high. And being that most here were fairly important people the incident would likely be swept under the rug with the right persuasion. Not to mention to vast level of hate the men had acquired during their lives. Maybe it was a bit harsh and cruel. But if killing them could help better the world then they had to. Besides. Those were their orders.

Birdie had never enjoyed being stuck as the chauffeur, it was just a little less than exciting. But it was part of the mission, and the mission was the most important thing. Especially if the mission's targets were terrorists; it could mean life or death for a good amount of people, should the mission be a success or a failure. Nine out of ten the missions were a success, but nevertheless, something could always go wrong. Which was why they had to keep everyone where they were supposed to be.

"We always have a good escape route. It's like you don't trust me." Birdie mumbled, sounding disappointed and putting her feet onto the dashboard. She typed away on her computer quickly, lighting up a few of the computers which were set up in their vehicle. "Wired in to all the building's security cameras. Just in case anyone catches on. And in case you need a new escape plan. Have any of you gotten visual on who we're lookin' for yet?" She glanced at one of the security cameras facing to the main room.

Tris listened in and spoke to the group, "all ready to go." She said softly before looking around the party. The look of her two main targets drilled into her mind, Tris wore a brown wig that was curled on the ends and grey-light blue contacts sitting in her eyes disguising her along with the makeup and clothing. Her outfit was the perfect use of her skills to acquire and eliminate her targets. Tris walked through the party smiling and 'accidentally' bumped into a man. She dropped her purse and bent down. "Oh let me help you." A deep voice said with a slight accent. "oh thank you so much!" Tris said happily before they both stood up and he handed her what he had picked up. Tris put everything in her purse and held her hand out. "I'm Olivia Mercer, pleased to meet you!" Tris or 'Olivia' said. "Arron Thompson, and the pleasure is all mine." Arron said shaking her hand lightly, "Care to join me for a drink?" He asked. "Why that sounds amazing, yes please!" Olivia said following him over to the bar. They began to have some drinks and just talk, or so he thought.

Waiting ever so calmly in her position was Haleigh, the expert marks-person. "I'm ready when you all are," she replied getting her weapons ready. The only question is which to use, the cross bow with a poison dart or the classic sniper? Decisions like this were always tough for her to make, so to keep things easy she decided on the gun. Haleigh never missed, and if she did it was a rare thing, she looked through the telescope ontop of her gun and waited for the target to come out. "I say after this we have a party of our own, drinks and what not." Haleigh smiled.

Jack was sighing as he stood in the corner of that lavish, expensive party. He wasn't used to functions like this or wearing a three piece suit. The tailor had been insistent on making his suit a little tighter to show off his muscular physique, claiming that it was fashionable for well-built men like him and he had to look the part of high society. They were here to be subtle and take out their targets, and that option wasn't exactly open for him if he was drawing the attention of the women (and a few of the men) his way. He was lucky in that regard, since he would only need to make a move if things went south, otherwise the only thing he'd need to do was take point and clear the two guards blocking their path to the escape route. "Yes, I'm in position... and very uncomfortable in case anyone's wondering. And it's not just the suit." He lifted the glass of champagne he had in his hands to pretend he was taking a sip while reporting in.

So there he was, standing in the corner with a small glass of champagne and a ring with a poison needle in its setting as his method of assassination. He would have preferred not to use poison and simply snap the guy's neck from behind, but the whole point of the operation was to be subtle. He was situated near the door to the balcony as well, in case Tris was exposed or spotted. At least he had a nice view of her working her magic from here. Even with his looks and physique being a distraction for the women in the SHIELD gym, the only charm he had in the seduction department was just on the salmon ladder. He was an army brat, after all, and took on his opponents head on. He didn't have the finesse or eloquence to charm people the way Tris did.

Then again, that was why he was on this team in the first place. He was their muscle and heavy hitter. He was their stone wall of Nehemiah, their Samson, their Hercules. Tris was their ninja and very own Black Widow (though she didn't like to be compared to the latter), just like Haleigh was their... Bob Lee Swagger. He really needed to brush up on his character analogies. The only one he had for Birdie was Evil Knievel. Or maybe Vin Diesel... Let's just focus on the mission. He reminded himself, dropping the internal monologue and character references. And this really suffocating torture suit.

Frederick wandered around the room slowly, carefully balancing the drinks tray upon his hand. He glanced at the rest of his teammates within the room, and wandered how they were reacting to this situation, because he was stressing out, so many people. He didn't really like people, they had too many flaws, too much to go wrong. He looked at his target, man, middle age, dark beard. This shouldn't be too much of a difficult task, just one man, yet the room was packed. He could deal with that though. His waiter's outfit was a tad loose, due to a last minute change in plans, but it would suffice. Simple, bow-tie, white shirt, black tux, but out of place among these men, but fine nonetheless, they didn't suspect anything, he hoped.

"Everyone in position?" Frederick almost jumped at the little voice in his ear, but he managed to keep a calm demeanour, the only sign of his surprise a slight rocking of the tray he held upon his hand. He looked around to check whether anyone had noticed his little hiccup, luckily not. He recognised that his target had almost finished his drink, perfect. His target was known to be slightly keen on alcohol, and that made Frederick's job a whole lot easier.

"Check. Target will be flushed and down in under 5 minutes." he whispered, barely moving his mouth. He made a small chuckle at his toilet joke. As he did this, he slipped a small soluble pill into one of the champagne glasses, making sure it was on the furthermost side from Frederick, therefore his target would be more likely to pick it. The pill would cause an urgent need to, as they say, go. As he walked towards the man, he brushed against Jack, and almost spilled the drinks, but managed to rescue the situation. He gave a small scowl to the hunk of muscle, but then focused on the man ahead of him. He walked up, just as the man finished the drink, and questioned.

"Another sir?" As he took the empty glass, the man took the furthermost champagne glass from Frederick, and a man he was talking to took the one right next to it. Luckily, they hadn't done it the other way round. He studied the other man intensely, short, around 5 11. Blond hair, blue eyes, mid 20s, not sure why he was here, but all Frederick needed was his appearance. Then all he had to do was wait. The pill would take it's effect soon, all he had to do was wait.

Milo was sitting outside with Birdie in the limousine, waiting for the real party to start party don't start till blood gets spilled. Once the team gets out then they all drive away, off to Headquarters just to get by till the next mission. "Don't forget give me the go to drive up when you're on the way out. Twelve seconds can make all the difference," Milo didn't feel it was necessary to tell the team this, all of them have been doing it longer than him, he just had to feel he was doing something more than sitting outside in a nice cushy limo while people inside were doing some James Bond type stuff.

Voltina sat in a corner of the room sitting at a table with some of the men who`d come flirting with her. She`d give a fake laugh every now and then to their stupid jokes. The metal and wiring was being covered with latex made to match her skin color. Her one gold eye having a blue contact to match her other blue eye. She was wearing a short, strapless black dress. Looking around the room she already knew there were people that shouldn`t be here. "Excuse me fine gentleman I have something I need to attend too." She said with a fake smile and stood up walking across the room over to Jack. "Excuse me I can`t help but notice that your suit is rather suffocating." Voltina said with a endearing smile. She really was a master at faking emotions in front of others.

Olivia(Tris) leaned into the man and whispered into his ear. "Why don't we go somewhere more private?" she whispered quietly and seductively as she grabbed his tie and pulled him towards the balcony. As she passed Jack and Voltina she winked at Jack jokingly and walked out the door to the balcony shutting the door locking it and closing a curtain. Arron turned her around and leaned down kissing her, she just allowed it to happen pretending to enjoy it as he moved his hands down her sides. Unknown to most she never had really been in a relationship or gone further than kissing much to a lot of peoples surprise. Olivia smirked and pushed him back and picked her foot up pushing him into a chair on the balcony holding him down and looking quite seductive as she did so. Tris leaned in and whispered into his ear one more time, "I injected you with a paralyzing substance, you no longer can move or talk and I assure you it won't last long because soon you will be dead." She smirked and pulled back and looked into his wide eyes. Tris looked towards Haleigh and gave her the signal before opening her purse and pulling out a new disguise. She removed the wig and heels and threw them into the purse before turning around and quickly changing into her new disguise to get back to the party and just have a bit more fun before leaving.
Tris reapplied makeup in less than a minute and put in new colored contacts and put on a new wig. Tris slipped on the new outfit and opened the balcony door enough to slip through and then closed it again. Tris walked over to the bar and ordered a martini and stood at the bar sipping it looking and watching everyone to make sure everything goes smoothly. If it doesn't she can just jump in and help fight although she will always prefer to fight in her normal outfit she is used to fighting in dresses and heels if needed.

"Oh shut up. You know I trust you." Henry said quietly with a calm smile evident on his face before he set sight on one of the targets. One was entering the coat room and one didn't look like he'd be moving from his seat anytime soon. "Damn." He said mumbled to himself before noticing Jack. A woman? Oh no... If he recalled she was. "Jack... You're target is heading for the coat room. Probably trying to find a quiet area. But he might also be up to something. If possible I need you to follow. And don't let the woman by you know too much about you." He said before making his way to the buffet. He had to be inconspicuous. At least to an extent. He grabbed a plate and picked up some food before making his way to the table his target was sitting at. "Hope you don't mind me sitting here." He said to the man with a smile as he took a seat. "Hard to find a peaceful table." He added.

"Of course, not. I know how it is." The man responded. "So what is it that you want?" The man seemed to ask out of nowhere. "Nobody at the party is unaware of who I am. It is only safe to think you do as well." This was unsettling. It was known that they were under suspicion, but with the exception of a select group nobody actually knew who they were. "I mean my company of course. You want money. You aren't the first to approach me for such a need. So what can the great Kaito Nakamura do for you?" He then asked as he took a sip of his drink.

Henry sighed in relief then let out a soft chuckle. "You caught me." He said before turning to face the man. "I do need something. But it isn't what you think." He as he placed his hands on Nakamura's shoulder. "I simply need to complete my mission and confirm your death." The young man smirked as his target began to cough. He'd be dead within minutes. It started with a cough. Henry had placed a small drug in the drink when the man was focused on him. It would be enough. The drug would force the man's throat ot close off. and soon he would stop breathing and other functions would fail and best of all he couldn't talk. Perfect.

"Status report." He finally spoke after leaving Mr. Nakamura. He pulled out a cigarette. He didn't smoke, but it was a good excuse. Mr. Nakamura was coughing a bit more violently. Henry would be gone soon. "Nakamura will be down soon. So I'll be heading out. I suggest the rest of you pull out as well. Meet in the front." He gave the orders fairly precisely and then glanced back at Jack. "Oh and Jack. Being that your target and you will be fairly alone. You don't have to use the ring if you don't want to. Just make it quick and silent." He said as he exited. Under the guise of needing a smoke he would be outside. And he could take a bit of time to think.

Hmm. Maybe a party wouldn't be so bad. Well... Not a party so much as a celebration. He thought as he finally reached the outside. The team had been working their asses off later. Sure sometimes it was kind of thrilling, but it was good to relax a bit every so often. "Milo. Be ready. You'll need to pick us up in about 10 minutes. And then we need to get Haleigh and get back to New York. This mission wasn't in New York. But it was in the states. The rich and a few terrorists. So nice. Really it was. If you liked that kind of thing and it didn't make you sick. Still right now they were in the middle of Virginia. Why Virginia? Who the hell knows? The rich were kind of confusing and... Um... Odd. There wasn't much else to say. "Oh. And Birdie. We'll be having some company tonight. I think we all need to celebrate a job well done and a completed mission." He spoke so quietly and kept things clear. He didn't want to arouse unwanted attention.

With a faint pop sound the man dropped to the ground, "game, set..match." Haleigh replied with a grin, "target is dead." She spoke into the communicator, with speed she disassembled her gun and placed it in a bag. "What did I tell you piece of cake, now hurry your butts over here and come and get me before somebody finds out and this all goes south."

(Sorry for short post, writers block.)

It was a good thing the warning came in time, so Jack simply took another sip of his champagne as he tried to figure out a way to evade the woman and carry out his end of the mission. He remembered that his sister would have one of her girlfriends nearby and they would pretend to be lesbians whenever one of them was getting hit on by a creep. It gave him an idea for a cover story. "Yes, it is... but you got to do what your client wants in my ah, line of work." Jack replied with a smile. It looked awkward, but it lent credence to his tale, he hoped, that he was there simply as someone's escort-slash-gigolo for the night. "I'm sorry, this is quite embarrassing... I think I'll go check if she's still in the bathroom." No doubt his team would have heard that and he hoped Tris would back him up... or else he would have to leave through the back door and deal with the security team.

He made for the bathroom, making it look as if he was worried about not getting paid if the "client" found him flirting with another woman. Fortunately for him, the coat room was in the same direction. A left turn down the hall and he was out of sight of the woman, pushing the door to the coat room open. His target was there, preparing to leave and facing Jack. "Ah, I'm sorry, do you mind? My coat's the grey one-" The man nodded and turned around to help him retrieve the coat, which was when he snapped the man's neck with a violent twist of his head. He moved the man's body to the back of the room behind the coat racks, just to make the body that much harder to find. It would buy them a few more minutes at least.

"My man is down, and I might need Tris to assist me a little." He reported, as he headed to scout out his back door exit plain. Two guards, run of the mill security. "Or I could use the back door. Doesn't seem to be much trouble there, I'll double around and meet you guys."

Tris nodded, "got it, I will cause a distraction to allow everyone to get down to our meeting point, then when you all are there, I'll get out." Tris said walking to the middle of the room carrying a Bloody Mary she grabbed from someone and walked kind of drunk looking, although she wasn't, and ran into a bitchy looking woman in a white dress. She spilled the red drink onto the girl and the woman shrieked. "You slut! You spilled your drink on me!!!" She exclaimed. "Oops did I do that, Sorryyy~" Tris said slurring her words slightly and using a strange voice that seemed high pitched.
The woman then slapped Tris and Tris pretended to be shocked before slapping her back lightly, that caused a cat fight that drew basically all of the attention and since the room was mainly men they just watched as two 'attractive women' as they thought, had a cat fight. Gris didn't fight like she normally did she just fought at the level of the other women. The only thing was her wig was beginning to become loose in enemy territory.

As expected, after the 3 or four minute mark, Joseph Franklin, his target, quickly excused himself from the conversation he was having with the other man, and rushed to the loo. Frederick placed down the tray somewhere at the back of the room, and quietly slipped into the first door into the toilets, there was a second one into the men's. He concentrated, remembering the appearance of the man that Joseph was talking to, and placed an illusion of the man upon himself. He looked down at himself, and chuckled slightly, he liked it when things went to plan.

He entered the men's toilets, and his target was standing at a urinal. Joseph peered back at Frederick and stood silent for a moment. Frederick quickly worried that he had done something evidently wrong, but then realised that the Joseph was smiling.

"Peter! I have decided what I'm going to do, I'm gonna get the arms off of that contact I used last year, good guy, trustworthy. Do you think that's a good idea?" Frederick waled silently up to Joseph, also smiling, unfortunately, it would cause too much effort to create noise added to the illusion. He slipped the knife he was carrying out of his sleeve, and his smile grew.

"Peter-" Before Joseph had time to utter another word, he was stabbed in the back of the neck, blood spraying onto the urinal in front of him, but luckily only the small tip had gone through, so there was not too much blood. Frederick dropped the illusion, and quickly placed the towel from his arm around Joseph's neck, preventing any blood from spilling on the floor. He dragged Joseph to a cubicle, climbed on top of the cubicle, locked it, and then jumped to the other side. He waved his hand in front of the motion sensor urinals, and they flushed, taking the blood along with the urine.

"Well that's a bit grim." Frederick grimaced, and washed his hands and the knife in the sink. and placed the knife back up his sleeve, ensuring that it was secure. He excited the toilets, straightening his bow tie as he left. He looked around for the aforementioned 'Peter', and noticed that he was in conversation with another person, so Joseph shouldn't be missed for a while.

"Target has been disposed of, yet I agree we leave quickly, as he's in the cubicle, shouldn't be noticed for a while, but we can't risk it." Frederick witnessed the cat fight break out in front of him, and noticed Tris' wig start to fall off. That would be pretty disastrous, and would probably cause the entirety of the mission to fail. Frederick saw this as an opportunity to get both him and Tris, and possibly some others out of the building.

He walked in to the fight, and pulled Tris away from the woman, which was surprisingly difficult, the other woman was pulling back, but Frederick did his best, he needed some assistance. During him pulling her back, he slyly repositioned her wig back onto her head, and sighed in relief.

"Please lady, step outside." Frederick hoped she would recognise his voice, and then they could both leave, and no-one should suspect anything, but if it was too much for Frederick, their resident muscle, Jack, could always step in to lend a hand.

Henry was starting to get a little anxious as he awaited his team's arrival. "What's the hold up?" He spoke quietly into the communicator while leaning against the doorway of the entrance to the party. They were taking too long. "I'll give you all approximately 5 minutes to move out." It seemed a bit short, but with all things considered the group should have already taken out their targets. "Birdie, keep an eye out for any problems. Make sure any and all security footage which may expose us is taken care of and Milo. Come get us. I want you here as soon as possible." He looked around. Good. The cost was clear. Things should go off without a hitch. "Haleigh, be ready for pick up." He smirked a bit at the thought of another successful mission. "I want us all out of here and back at my loft in New York as soon as possible. We can debrief the Director on the way and then we can celebrate a job well done." He chuckled a bit. "Any objections?"

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Meanwhile among the guest of the party was another man. He was seemingly inconspicuous. A nobody if you will. Or so one would think. "Now what's a pretty lady like you doing all alone?" Dante said in a sort of whisper as he spoke into the ear of his... Well for lack of a better word... Boss. Still obviously Dante did not have a grasp on what personal space was. If he did he wouldn't have been standing so uncomfortably close to Voltina. And behind her no doubt. Or maybe he was doing it on purpose. Who knew? "So can I buy you a drink or should I just skip all that and take my search for fun else where?" He asked with a small somewhat quiet chuckle. Was he overstepping boundaries? Yes he was. Did he care? No he did not. It was all just what he felt like doing at the moment.

Voltina watched as Jack walked away and sighed because her plan had failed. After a few minutes she felt someone behind her Dante talking into her ear firtaously. Looked back at him she scowled at him. "Learn something called boundries Dante. I'm your boss not your play thing." She said and turned around to look at him. "I know that there are SHEILD agents are here I want you to find and bug them." Voltina instructed him. "I'll be home in the meantime." She said and walked off towards the exit getting her coat from a servent on her way out.

Tris nodded and sighed thankful for his help but she was also the distraction needed to get the team out. "Look, maybe I just need some fresh air on the balcony..." She then leaned in to whisper in his ear. "You know, I am the distraction so everyone can get out Freddy boy. I'll just jump off the balcony to the ground in order to get out myself. Thanks for the help with the wig..." Tris said before slipping out of his grip and disappearing into the crowd. She made her way to the woman and apologized by handing her a one hundred dollar bill she had slipped out of someones pocket and continued to walk through the crowd trying to think of the best way to cause a distraction in case it was needed for her teammates to get out safely.

"Boss, don't worry I'm on the move... now" Milo said starting up the limousine and pulling off towards the party. "You won't need to wait long, rest of you get out or get left." Milo drove normally, he didn't want attention, even one thing wrong would blow this operation after it went so well.

"HALT!!" The guard yelled as Milo pulled up to the gate, he asked for registration it was all standard procedure. After a minute he let Milo through to get the team,

"Boss, puling in now," he said over the comms, "everyone there yet?"

'Freddy' Let go of Tris, and slowly watched her walk towards the balcony. It was the most logical thing he supposed, anything went down, Tris would be the one to prevent anything from going terribly wrong. Now all Frederick had to do was find his own way out, and that would be more difficult than he had expected. A man came up to him, the head of catering for this event.

"Shouldn't you be handing out some drinks boy?" The man sneered, and leant uncomfortably close to Frederick's face.

"Yes sir, sorry sir, just dealing with a fight between two guests." That was when Frederick had an idea of how to leave.

"Maybe I should escort one out of the building? The other has head to the balcony for some fresh air." He hoped it would work, otherwise he was out of ideas.

"No, I think everything's fine now, you should just continue with your job" At this he walked away, constantly glancing back at Frederick to check whether he was completing his task. Frederick spoke into the microphone in his lapel.

"I have a no-go on my exit, I should be able to find a way out in a couple of minutes, I just need time to think." He picked up the tray placed down earlier, and continued to serve drinks, all the while looking for a way to get out.

"Oh, and sorry for ruining the diversion, I just saw an opportunity I could take, won't happen again." He blushed a little, quickly dipping his head as a woman came to place an empty glass on the tray, he needed to get some more champaign.

Hearing everyone Henry couldn't help, but sigh. They didn't have time. They had to get out now. At this rate somebody would notice the dead bodies before they were gone. "I Listen. Forget about causing distractions. The mission is complete. Get out of there now." He ordered his team rather abruptly.

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"Awww can't you be both?" Dante joked with a sly smile before it was replaced by a look of indifference as she gave him orders. "Locate and bug?" He scoffed at the idea. "Sorry boss lady. I'm off duty and waaaaayyy to hammered to carry out those orders." He commented to himself as she left. Okay the drunk thing was an added excuse, but he saw no reason in bugging the agents right now. Not that he had the equipment to do so at the moment anyway. Plus it wasn't like S.H.I.E.L.D. had some super secret hide out at this point. It was a big flying fortress. What would be the purpose of bugging. His thoughts ran by and still it was nothing more than a reason to disobey.

He chuckled as he grabbed two drinks from a passing waitress. "Thanks babe." He said with a smile as he downed one. He proceeded to drink the other when a man bumped into him causing him to spill it on himself. "Watch where you're going runt." The rather large man commented. "Heh sorry. I can't believe I missed a fatass like you." Dante insulted the man almost immediately. The man... Didn't take kindly to this. In fact he was quick to turn red with rage. "I'll turn you into mulch you little bastard." He shouted immediately throwing a punch. Dante dodged of course. He dodged a few actually, before slamming his own fist into the man's gut. That caused the man to buckle in pain to which Dante kneed him in the face. Soon a few guards and servants were on their way to check out the scene and break it up.

(Distraction. Move on. It'll show up on the news tomorrow so we can reflect on a problem occurring after we left. maybe even get questioned by our superiors about it.)