[IC] S.H.I.E.L.D. Declassified (Accepting Players)

[Blue Demon]

George checked his phone once more and gave himself a small nod. His squad was in place. Coulson had called up George a alerted him of his new mission. Apparently some cult called, originally, the Cult of Black Magic. According to SHIELD's information the cult was run by a guy who called himself Spawn. And Spawn claims he's the son of their dead Goddess the Witch Queen. Apparently they had lived during the time of ancient Egypt.

George was willing to believe the Witch Queen's body was that old, but despite everything, he still wasn't willing to believe in ancient Egyptian resurrection spells. Still, Strange had contacted Coulson and told him that the Cult had stolen a legitimate magic tablet. Or pieces thereof. Three of the four pieces of tablet were no in the cult's possession. Strange, or Coulson, didn't inform George what the tablet did. But they did stress it would be bad.

Taking that at face value he rounded up his new team and briefed them. He had then broken them into two squads. He took Sasha and Alice for his. And left Morphine with Jaime and Marc. It was his hope that having one new agent on each team would be balanced by the two experienced agents. He instructed Morphine to lead Squad B to location A, an old storage facility on the outskirts of Cairo. While his Squad, A, would take location B. A hotel in the middle of the city.

George was having Alice run point on the Hotel. A pretty face was always handy with getting them past security. A single pretty lady was even better. George had Sasha scout out a good vantage point to cover Alice. If all went well, she'd go to the right room, 812, grab the tablet piece and be gone before anyone realized it. If not, George was the distraction. He tapped the All Go into the phone and sent the text.

[See OP post for information about the Cult, the warehouse and the Hotel]

[Metronome]

Sasha was perched on the roof of a bank on the other side of the street from the hotel, about level with the large, glass window of the room they were watching. He had a good visual on Alice in the lobby, and even better of her once she got to the room. But right now, the only thing he had a visual of was his phone, looking up places to go eat after this. He was a big guy; he needed his protein.

Sasha was brought back into the mission by George radioing out to make sure they were ready. He grabbed his radio and phoned in. "Check, boss," He said before tossing the thing back in his bag. Time to work, now. Sasha lifted his rifle, a long range, powerful sniper weapon, and looked through the scope into the lobby window. One of the cons of being a large, very conspicuous man was that he was never given the incognito jobs. He was simply too recognizable, standing close to seven feet tall with a think accent to boot, he couldn't be more obvious.

But right now, that suited Sasha just fine. He was perfectly happy to sit on a roof, watching a very attractive woman walk from behind, and get paid for it.

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Meanwhile, at the warehouse, Marc was sitting in the van trying to figure out the device Sasha had given her. "It's a magic detection device, it'll lead you right to it," He'd said. If she could turn the damn thing on. Finally, after fumbling with it for a couple minutes, the device came to life with a couple loud beeps. Marc groaned and searched for a volume button, only to find that it didn't exist. Of course. Sasha had created a device in his own image: big, loud, and incredibly obvious.

Marc too the machine outside to show Morphine that she got it to work. Speaking of obvious, pink hair much? Marc waved the clunky device in Morphine's direction. It gave another couple BEEP BEEPs. "Time to get started, I guess," She said, sounding incredibly unexcited.