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MegaraFoxfireDorian Peters
Location: Barracks Lounge, Argus HQ, Athens
Interacting With: Hephaestus, Hercules and -indirectly- everyone
"Hercules, Hermes." Hephaestus turned toward the two, setting a tablet in front of the two, displaying an image, and a map specifically pointing to Pamplona, Spain.
"The individual in that photo is a man referred to in the intelligence community as 'The Gaul'. He was previously a member of the French intelligence services, and has since been freelance. Recently he's been implicated in connections with terror cells, and has been hiding out in Pamplona. We couldn't find him, but recently he received a package we were tracking. Your objective will be to find and capture 'The Gaul', and secure the package he received, also - be careful, the running of the bulls is on in Pamplona right now, so there will be a hell of a Civilian presence."
"Follow the package to the man. Pick them both up. Got it." The briefing was short, and it was sweet. Dorian wouldn't have it any other way, which is why he matched his response. Picking up the tablet he inspects the face, committing it to memory in a few blinks as his mind notes down the other details. Looking over once he looked at Elijah, tilting his head as his face remains unmoved and stony. Neither one of the trainees was the most subtle. Then again maybe something more heavy handed would suit this op. One doesn't run with bulls if one cannot take a hit. And both Elijah and Dorian had proven by now if anyone was going to take the brute force, it was them. Dorian had time for Elijah, even if the man was even less compatible with the gentleman side than Dorian was.
Carefully Dorian stood, lifting the tablet with the images as he does so before looking around the room at the others pairs preparing to leave. Lucas and Risa. There was a shock. Perhaps Argus liked to encourage fraternisation, Dorian only saw it as weakness and distraction. Though really, what did he know of romance? Grunting he nodded his head at the door, gesturing for Elijah to follow. Carefully weighted footsteps gave him a chance to eye up some of the others. Yuuna had received her task and was already on her way out. Dorian had overheard some mention of China, Beijing specifically. Made sense to him to send her and Xiaopeng. Besides, he had no stomach for Chinese food; better them than him. Stopping at the door he made a judgement call. A briefing room would provide a chance to go over ops specifics, but the armoury made more sense. The flight to Spain was plenty of time to work out a plan, he wanted his gear first.
Dorian pushed the door open and held it for Elijah. "Come on soldier." Dorian nodded again at Elijah, noting that the man certainly had no idea what he had just said. Dorian was pretty sure only Yuuna, if anyone in the group, could understand Hebrew. And it was a comforting reminder of home, if his only real desire was the little things.