The thought of having to deal with a lesbian guard made Condor a little uneasy. She'd only ever 'been' with Kyle, and although her time working as a waitress had taught her how to flirt and manipulate members of the opposite sex into buying an extra slice of pie she wasn't sure how successful she'd be trying her tricks with another woman.

She smiled nervously over at Birdseed as the other woman jokingly called her 'Honey', playing along with the joke while at the same time wondering just how serious the younger woman was, [color=7ea7d8][i]Doesn't she have a thing going with Angelo?[/i][/color] Condor thought, wondering if that too was just part of her cover. In this life Sarah had learnt never to trust first appearances, and in some cases second and third appearances too. There was always a hidden agenda and alternate motivation at play with the people she worked with, and it was rare to find someone who let you see who they truly were, even after years of working together.

After Birdseed had left Condor did a quick check on her purse, making sure she had everything she'd need, or at least what she could get away with carrying in the 'civilian' clothes she'd been told to wear for the mission. While the weight of the pistol was a comfort she'd have been far more comfortable with a MP7, or even better a P90 if she could get hold of one in this country. Instead all she had was the .45 semi-auto, a flick knife and enough junk to help make the purse look as though it belonged to a 'normal' person.

With a deep sigh of displeasure Condor snapped the bag closed and hanging it from her shoulder she made her way out to the front of the house to wait for Kheshig and the car.