Oliver Gandell
Greta Kohler
Location: ARGUS HQ, Lounge -> Private Briefing Room
Interacting with: Achilles, Aphrodite
Oliver had listened carefully to the assignments of others in the room, making quiet judgements in his head.
"A gala. How romantic - and how odd the two lovebirds should be sent on it... eugh, are we sure Artemis isn't actually leading 'The Huns'? It wouldn't surprise me... Hah - the running bull race. Hopefully Hermes doesn't confuse his partner with one of the bulls. God knows they act almost exactly the same, mindless brutes...""Achilles, Aphrodite." Oliver suddenly broke out of his mind-rant, turning his attention toward Hephaestus immediately with a slight nod at the mention of his codename. He couldn't help but allow a small smile to form on his lips when Greta's codename was noted alongside his, for he always did love working alongside her. She was, without a doubt in his mind, his closest friend in Argus and one of the few respectable members of the team. Aside from her and a few select others, the team seemed to be full of '
ex-criminals' who, as far as Oliver was concerned, probably still were.
Hephaestus turned toward the two, setting a tablet in front of the two, displaying an
image, and a map specifically pointing to a radar station in the Italian Alps.
"This man is the leader of a Mercenary group referred to throughout Europe as 'The Carthaginians', they've recently taken over a military radar station in the alps, unfortunately we aren't exactly sure why. Your objective is to get to the station, clear the Mercenaries out, and specifically assassinate this individual, your secondary objective is to secure a package we've tracked to his location."Nodding once in acknowledgement after Hephaestus had finished speaking, he moved closer to Greta and the tablet containing the information for their assignment. Looking it over briefly, he reached for it and tucked it under his arm, turning to his blonde partner with a smile,
"Well. I think we ought to find somewhere private to discuss the assignment, mm?" Lowering his voice somewhat as he turned to leave with her, he continued,
"I have to say, I've always wanted to visit the Alps. I used to go on skiing holidays to Canada, so it seemed like it would be only natural to visit there once for a skiing holiday. Admittedly I expected to go under different circumstances, but alas."Greta began making note of the assignments that were going on in the room. There were plenty of interesting ones going on in the room, as pairs after pairs were assigned with the missions. Soon enough, her turn came, after all it was only a matter of time before it got to her.
"Achilles, Aphrodite." She perked up visibly as her codename was called, her eyes twinkling with excitement as her partner's codename was announced. Achilles, for Oliver. She loved working alongside the man, one of her closest friends and fellow agent. The two of them had worked alongside each other remarkably well, and hS hit it right away since the moment they first met. Greta may have gotten along with several others on the team, but no where as close or as good as Oliver. He would as you call it, the
right fit.
As Hephaestus briefed them on their mission, which involved getting to a military radar station in the Alps which had been taken over a mercenary group. Their intent was not made known, but ARGUS's
own intent was made known soon enough. They had to assassinate a man by the name of Bruno Farinacci, a known leader of 'The Carthaginians' after clearing out the entire radar station. That objective puzzled her, clearing out a base seems more suited for a team of commandos than a pair of agents, the two of them sure did have a challenge on their hands. Fortunately, Greta was not one to let a difficult mission deter her or get in her way, in any shape or form. Their secondary objective was to get a package somewhere in station, but it wasn't the priority right now.
As Oliver or rather, Achilles took the lead, grabbing the mission tablet under his arm, he turned, giving her a rather infectious smile of his, as he proposed looking for a quieter and more private place to start their discussion. Greta had no problem with that, and simply replied with a smile of her own. " Yeah, I don't see why not. Let's do it." As the pair of them left the briefing room, she could hear him talking about how much he had always wanted a skiing vacation in the Alps.
"Skiing holiday you say? Why that sounds like fun! How exciting! What are we going as however, got our cover identities sorted? How about a way to take out an entire station full of mercenaries?" The accent she spoke with was mostly one recognisable as German, although not entirely German, with several hints and characteristics of an English accent as well thrown into the mix, the multiple influences of her stint in England for several years clearly making themselves a part of how she spoke from then on.
Having made their way to a private, glass-walled briefing room to go over the intelligence they'd been given, Oliver closed the door behind his colleague and moved to take a seat, resting the tablet on the table.
"Mmm, well, that depends. See, I figure this is going to get ugly either way, an' I also figure this mercenary troop is going to be expecting trouble. Hell, what they thought they could get out of this is beyond me. It'd be interesting to find out, actually. Perhaps a 'conversation' with their leader, here," Oliver tapped a finger on the image of the leader, which quickly zoomed while additional information was revelead along the edges of the screen.
"Bruno Farianacci, would go a long way. Admittedly, having this conversation may be difficult, and I get the feeling he, nor his friends, will be particularly talkative." Folding his arms across his chest, he reclined in the chair and looked toward Greta,
"Here's an idea. See that mountain the station is built into?" Oliver minimised the image of their target, instead bringing up one of the few available
pictures of the remote radar staiton.
"They've got good observation of the area around them - so I suggest going in at night. You think you could scale the back of that mountain, where the rock is?" Huffing somewhat, he bit his bottom lip in thought as he studied the image,
"Getting to the mountain itself via snowmobile is perhaps the most efficient option, a helicopter would likely be too loud." Turning to Greta, he continued,
"Then again - with guards no doubt posted along the walkway, even scaling the mountain could be risky. You'd be an easy target. How about this - I'll take a more direct route, and you scale the mountain. I expect I could at least draw the attention of those on night-watch, leaving you free to make an entrance through the back door, if you will." Grinning somewhat, he shrugged nonchalantly,
"I mean - you'd have to be as perfect as you normally are and arrive in time to save my skin."Yeah, so cover identities weren't needed since they were going in without any pretense or disguise. That should at least save them some time as they won't have think of disguises or anything of that sort. They would most probably have to go in shooting, albeit with a silencer attached to their weapon of course, wouldn't want to alert the whole entire base of their impending death now, did they?
"Ugly? Let's try not to make this ugly, shall we? Ugly's not nice. And no, no talking. This Bruno Farianacci doesn't look like the talking type, he'll just probably shoot you on the spot right there and then, to send a message to any future talkers." As Oliver brought up an image of remote radar station, she saw the rock he was talking about.
"Yeah, I could scale that, with proper equipment of course. Going at night would be the most option stealth wise, but to be honest, I'll never really done all too well at rock climbing during night before, but you know how I am, I'm always up for the challenge!" Greta said as she gave him a wink.
"Yeah, no helicopters, waay too loud, and the sound reverberates among the mountain walls. What about skiis? Or snowboarding even? Those may not be as fast as a snowmobile, but they're definitely quieter, without any sound of engines." Her eyes narrowed as she gave his words some thought.
"I've no problem with scaling the mountain, feel free to go ahead with the direct route, while I'm going on from the back." Returning his grin with one of her own, Greta replied.
"I wouldn't classify myself as perfect - but close, close enough." The German lass ended with a quick tongue stick-out before giving her partner yet another playful wink.
"Given how isolated it is, I figured a snowmobile would close the travel time, and we can make our way to the radar station via ski, good old fashioned walking or what not when we aren't so far it'll take us hours to make the journey. That way - they don't hear the engines, and we aren't dug up months from now having been frozen to buggery." Nodding with a contented smile he proceeded,
"We should travel to the resort of Klosters-Serneus, it's the nearest village, if you could call it that, to the radar station. I expect we'll be able to rent some snowmobiles or skiis from there - it's a damn sight easier than having it lugged over as cargo. Or maybe I'm just lazy. Either way - we can sort that out when we're there.""I suppose it's a plan, then." Rising from his chair, he jerked a thumb over his shoulder,
"I'm off to requisition some equipment from the sass-maestro himself, the Quartermaster. Then, I expect it'll be me, a good book and a warm drink to celebrate our future success. I'll have somebody arrange our flights, they'll be scheduled for early tomorrow morning, no doubt. Do be sure to be up bright and early!"Turning on his heel to leave the room, Oliver paused momentarily to cast a glance at Greta over his shoulder,
"Well - perfect or not, as long as my perfect face is saved from a bullet, we're fine and dandy." Allowing a small chuckle to escape his lips at his own joke, he held open the door to let her pass as the two left the briefing room to begin preparations for their journey the next day.
