[IC] Code of the Burned [FULL]

[SimplyJohn]

With his body nice and clean after the quick shower and his mind fizzing from the chemical stimulants Patch quickly dressed himself and pulled together his med-pack. The shoulder-slung bag hugged against his back neatly, keeping it out of the way whenever he needed to move fast, either to get into trouble or out of it, and it was easily hidden away under his jacket when moving through a crowd.

Checking the contents Patch swore to himself, some of the supplies were missing again, including pain killers. One of his colleagues had obviously been self-medicating again, that or performing their own first aid, and he could guess who it had been. Grumbling to himself about goddamn Americans Patch moved over to the locked chiller cabinet in the corner of the room and swiped his finger over the keypad, tapping the code in with a speed gained from repeating the action dozens of times before. Reaching inside he quickly grabbed the supplies he needed and stuffed them into the pack before resealing the chiller and giving himself a quick look in the mirror.

Please with what he saw, a laid-back cool customer who'd be able to wander the streets without drawing anyone's attention, Patch shot himself a Fonz before grabbing his pistol, tucking it into the back of his pants and stepping out into the hall, making his way downstairs. As he stepped into the living room he could hear the rest of his team grumbling about him and so headed straight passed them for the garage door.

"Hey you two, what you waiting for? Are we doing this, or are we doing this?"

[Dragonite777]

Birdseed got out and walked beside Condor. Smiling at her comment about the 'social lubricant', she decided to hook her right arm in Condor's left. "No matter what our cover is, we're supposed to be close emotionally. If she's a tough girl and plays it aggressive, then we're cousins getting flowers for our grandma's funeral. If she's reasonable and non-threatening, then we're 'besties' getting flowers for our friend's wedding. Last scenario I thought of is if she starts off too strong and comes on to either of us. In that case, we're the brides of the wedding. And please don't forget that I'm more than qualified to work in a psychology office. I can tell something's up behind that wall of confidence. I don't know what is going on, but I can tell it's a facade. I won't pry, but I just wanted to warn you that there's only so much that you can slip past me when I'm on a mission. Don't be affraid, I'm just the gadgety, nerdy tech girl. I'm not out on a personal vandetta to make you mine. Plus, I have waaaay too much work invested in gadgets to successfully have a real relationship, so I just stick with what I know: gadget tech. And reading people."
Not being the best at displaying her own emotions, Birdseed tries to convay how nothing real is going to come from this mission's cover story. Jesus, I suck at calming people down. Can't I just tell them I want them to feel better because I can read most peoples' emotions like a child's picture book? Of course, that would be too easy, so Birdseed dropped the thoughts and went over the scenarios in her head again as they walked along.

[Genni]

Almost jumping back as she felt Birdseed's arm grabbing hers, her instincts telling Condor it was an attack before she realised that the younger woman was simply trying to sell their cover. Slowly relaxing she listened to her colleague's advice carefully as they both walked down the road at a leisurely pace.

It might be a good idea to spend some time chatting with the team shrink at some point but not right now. Not only were they on a mission and Condor couldn't afford to get distracted by unwanted emotions right now, but they were also on an open comm with Angelo listening in on every word they said. The thought of him spreading gossip about Condor suffering a panic attack on mission would be mortifying, and Condor could already feel her guts twisting just at the thought of it.

Closing her eyes for a moment SArah took a deep breath, holding it for a second as she calmed herself, finding her centre as the ill-feelings melted away before exhaling calmly, her mind feeling crisp and focussed for the mission ahead. Turning towards Birdseed with what she hoped was a friendly smile, Condor replied, "Let's just take the mission as it comes. If the guard comes on too hard I can always just break her arm and we can fall back on the preferred option of storming the place. It's what I'd've done if the rest of you weren't around anyway." If anything the thought of a straight up fight against opponents she could see was far more calming than any breathing exercises, and Condor felt her mood lightening with each step. "What weapons you carrying, if we do end up fighting our way through this?"

[RomanAria]

Elissa flinched as Jack shouted for Patch and he came running down the stairs. “Of course you had to put him in a temper.” Having taken a goodly quantity of stuff from Patch’s medical stash, (mostly painkillers but a good number of anti-anxiety pills) of course she felt guilty. She reasoned to herself that it wouldn’t do any of them any good if she had a breakdown, but at the same time, she felt really bad for the stealing.

As Patch came down the stairs Elissa averted her eyes, fussing with her sweater rather than making eye contact. Oh, you idiot, now he knows you’re guilty! She still wouldn’t look at him. “I’ve got to stop by the gear room.” She said, pitching her voice even quieter than it had been before.
Without waiting for them, she poked her head into the weapons room, and the rows of pistols. Very pointedly she kept her back towards the throwing knives and switchblades.

She could swear they were staring at her, taunting her.
You’re going crazy, Ellie, just get it together and get your head in the game or you’ll get killed tonight.

She picked up her two full magazines. The others didn’t trust her enough to let her keep a loaded gun in her room; her gun was in her equipment pack and her magazines were always locked in here. She put one in the gun in her waistband and put the other in one of Condor’s purses, which she slung over her shoulder. She figured the woman wouldn’t mind her borrowing the purse, when Elissa didn’t have one of her own, not after she had lost everything...

She shook her head, again, steering herself away from those thoughts. She wasn’t ready for a mission, not when she was such a wreck inside. All the more reason to be triply focused on what she had to do. She reached for the dart pistol and dropped that into the purse as well.

Forcing a smile onto her face, the short girl left the weapons room. “Sorry. I’m ready.” She whispered, falling into step next to Jack. She looked up at the tall man, trying to calm her trembling. His “bad feeling” was quite contagious. “Fox…If… if it looks hopeless… Shoot me before…” she didn’t even realize what she was saying. “Kill me before they get the chance to.” Then she realized what she’d said and shut her eyes, face flushing crimson as embarrassment washed over her. Way to go, Ellie. Way to make them all know how wrecked you are. Shaking her head, she pushed past Jack, looking for Patch. He was in the car already; she could tell by the blaring music. Wordlessly she got in the backseat as her headset shouted in her ear; she gasped, then forced herself to relax. She turned the volume in her headset down almost all the way as she settled herself in the seat.

[Dragonite777]

Birdseed gave Condor a look of disbelief. "Um... Let's save that for if she starts attacking us. If she starts coming on to us, like she wants to have sex with us, then we go super-lesbo-marriage on her and keep her from getting too close to sexual relations without losing her interest as we can. And if you must know, I just have a standard-issue Glock on me as far as guns. I have a smoke bomb, tazer grenade, and, if we really have to, a frag grenade. Let's hope we don't have to pull any of these things out at the shop. Again, cops don't know they're gang members, so they'd assume we're trying to rob the shop, no matter what we say. And we won't just go to prison. We'll be sent home to our governments and be... 'dealt with' by our ex-agencies. Not a real fun perspective, but I'm not too afraid to pop a smoke if we need to escape dangerous conversation." At that, she pulls out a small capsule divided in half.
"If I throw this on the ground, there'll be a big poof of smoke, and we can run. I have several, in case I need to explain to a policeman why I popped smoke in a flower shop. I think we're close enough to switch to a secure line. We'll call in if we need help, Arch-Angel. Keep us in the know, buddy." Turning off both their ear pieces' microphones, Birdseed adds a little extra to comfort her partner. "Now, the ear pieces are in Manual Talk mode, meaning you have to hold down the button to transmit voice. Also, we can talk more about feelings when we get back, if you got some stuff you need off your chest or just want to talk. I'm technically a shrink, so a confidentiality similar to doctor-patient will be in effect. Meaning I won't tell anyone what you tell me, unless you say otherwise." Smiling at her older partner, she looks down the block to find the flower shop's sign and kept en-route to it, radioing in once to mark their distance from the flower shop.

[Jangel13]

You got it birdseed good luck and keep me posted Angelo said to her smiling liking the nickname arch angel then Angelo started to do some more research and started to look through multiple files before Angelo turned and moved his chair to the other side of the room to contact the other team of team surprise with their mission and using satellite imaging to get a 3d layout of the facility and using the custom analyzing algorithm checking the number of guards which happened to be 6 and how many cameras their were This is Arch-Angel calling in the team for operation surprise. I got a 3d layout of the area for you guys and a number of cameras on the ground floor. it seems that most of the people are technicians so keep those gun shots to a minimum. ill brief you on more information along the way

[SimplyJohn]

Patch was already in the car with the engine revving as he heard Angelo's message coming through loud and clear through his earpiece. Tapping the contact on his watch to open a line he quickly checked in. "Ten-Four, good buddy. Got the engine running and tunes a-humming, should be wheels up in five. Can you pass on the message to the rest of the team, I'm itching to hit the road."

Cutting the line Patch reached for the radio and quickly started to skim the local radio channels looking for some good drive music. After a couple of misses he finally found a cover band performing a modern take of Motorhead's Ace of Spades. Leaning back in his seat he started bobbing his head along with the beat, his hands drumming on the steering wheel in a frantic pace.

Ace of Spades

[Avanhelsing]

Jack had to get ready for the job. He had a numerous different things required of him if he was gonna do this right. He had to get everything right or else things would get ugly for him. He had to have everything in it's proper place and the first thing that meant was getting his music ready. Most people thought that he would need hard rock or whatever to get himself pump. Course his trainers and handlers on The Farm had trained him to listen to classical music before all of his missions. It made him think clearly and got him in his quiet area."How's about negative on that one. You know I don't leave people."he said about her request.

Course Patches chose something loud and thrashing. It could be nice but Jack had his own little methods. He sat down and looked at the data on the building. "Mark my words things will go south." He said mainly to himself. Jack however seemed to be in his own little world.

[Genni]

Condor was a little surprised at how heavily equipped her partner was for what was supposed to be a simple distraction operations. If the target had been male she'd have been satisfied with just the clothes she was wearing to complete the job, but with a homosexual female she wasn't exactly sure how things would play out. She'd find out soon enough however, the shop was only another block ahead now and this late in the day there didn't appear to be any other customers loitering about as the shop assistant cleared the flowers from the kerbside display stand.

"That's a relief," She commented to Birdseed out of the corner of her mouth, never taking her eyes from the target. "No bystanders to get in the way at least." Pulling her arm away from Birdseed's Condor reached up to shift her purse strap on her shoulder, shifting the weight slightly before moving higher to brush some stray hair back behind her ear.

As her arm passed in front of her face, covering the view of her mouth, Condor quickly tapped her earbud, "Condor and 'Seed, onsite," She reported, quickly and simply. That should be enough to let 'Archangel' know they were ready for the go signal, just as soon as Kheshig reported his own ready status. As she waited Condor began to wonder how the other team's mission was going, and whether their own would be quite as exciting as a raid on a warehouse full of guards.

[SimplyJohn]

As they sped down the road, heading down towards the brightly lit docks and not so brightly lit warehouses next to them, Patch could feel the clouds lifting from his mind. His heart was still beating hard in his ears but he knew from experience that it would calm again in the next few minutes and he'd be up to full strength by the time they hit the target.

Glancing down at what Jack was working on Patch tried to make sense of the schematical drawings and log reports as best he could while also concentrating on the road ahead. "Anything there we need to worry about?" He asked the thief, knowing Jack was the expert of their little group when it came to infiltration work.

[Skythikon]

Kheshig took the car out for a short little joyride around the city center for a few minutes, opting for the minor roads rather than the main street in an effort to lose anyone that might have followed him on the way to the flower shop. It was highly unlikely that anyone caught wind of their little operation, but he never did believe that one could be too cautious. With a quick glance at his rear-view mirror to confirm that he was not being tailed, he rejoined the main road and headed back towards the flower shop, turning into a narrow alleyway a few blocks away. Bulging bags of trash lined the walls of the alleyway, some of them having burst and spilling their putrid contents onto the ground. The whole place smelled of rot, and that was perfect for Kheshig's needs. The smell alone would turn away even the most curious of minds.

"Do not answer. Break. Callsign Kheshig is on-site. Advise Callsigns Condor and Birdseed to proceed with mission. Callsign Kheshig going silent, I repeat, going silent. Do not answer. Out." He said and grabbed his duffel bag, pulling it to the front. He then took a deep breath. Covering his nose with a sleeve, he exited the vehicle and quickly made his way out of the alleyway. The stench was even worse than the mounds of cow, goat and horse manure he had grown accustomed to during his youth in Heilongjiang. It was a relief when he finally stepped out onto the main street and could start breathing normally again. He walked a couple of blocks down the street before turning into another alley which led around to the back of the flower shop.

He walked briskly, occasionally tugging on the strap that secured the bag to his back. The rear of the flower shop was plain brick with a single, grey door built into the wall. As expected, there was a security camera overlooking the door, but Kheshig had prepared for such a possibility. He gently placed the duffel bag onto the ground and unzipped it, intent on using one of his EMP charges to disable the camera. It would alert anyone in the camera room, but it would also play to Kheshig's advantage. It would make it easier for him to convince whoever it was that there was indeed something wrong with the security system.

However, while he rummaged around his bag, he came across a remote control that he distinctly remembered not packing. Carefully, he took it out and gave it a quick examination. With a ghost of a smile, he recognized it as one of Birdseed's gadgets, some kind of universal remote for cameras. It was a rather quality piece of kit, and Kheshig had been intending on making his own copy, but had held off because he did not want to seem as if he was trying to one-up Birdseed. "Thank you, little birdie." He muttered to himself and pointed the remote at the camera, hitting the pause button. That should be enough to cover his entry.

Just to be on the safe side, he also took out his lockgun and pocketed it. He did not fancy the chances of the back door being unlocked, and he was right. It was a minor hitch, if it could even be called one. A quick introduction of the lock to his lockgun got the door open, and Kheshig waltzed in with confidence. It was an old and well-known trick, but if he acted as if he belonged in the shop, then others would be inclined to believe the same. Besides, his electrician's getup should be enough to answer any obvious questions the employees had for him.

True enough, he ran into someone as he approached the camera room. "Oi, what do you think you're doing here?" A bald and very muscular man asked.

"Security upgrade. Scheduled visit." Kheshig replied, keeping his voice flat and sounding bored.

"Don't recall calling for any electrician," The man said suspiciously.

"Your boss called me," Kheshig said. It was a gamble, but with just a rough look at the man, Kheshig doubted that he was the owner of the shop. He looked more to be the enforcer sort, staying at the back of the shop and waiting to pounce should anyone ask too many questions. In Kheshig's experience, they had plenty of muscle, but were lacking in the cognitive department. "Look, man, we can stand around here talking all day or I can get to work, do what I need to do and leave."

The man furrowed his brow slightly, but then relented. "This way to the camera room," He said and opened a door to their right, gesturing for Kheshig to enter first.

Kheshig walked into the room, but to his dismay, the man followed. There was little chance of Kheshig asking him to leave without sounding suspicious. Looking at the array of screens in front of him, he saw one which displayed the front of the shop. Spying Birdseed and Condor arriving, he hoped silently that whatever distraction they had in mind, it would be able to draw the man away, otherwise things were going to get very, very messy.

[Avanhelsing]

As they sped down the road, heading down towards the brightly lit docks and not so brightly lit warehouses next to them, Patch could feel the clouds lifting from his mind. His heart was still beating hard in his ears but he knew from experience that it would calm again in the next few minutes and he'd be up to full strength by the time they hit the target.

Glancing down at what Jack was working on Patch tried to make sense of the schematical drawings and log reports as best he could while also concentrating on the road ahead. "Anything there we need to worry about?" He asked the thief, knowing Jack was the expert of their little group when it came to infiltration work.

@SimplyJohn

Jack was still in his own little world as he looked around the Intel that they had. IT seemed like a simple job course that could be deceiving. Most of the time with jobs like this it would seem like an easy job and then suddenly everything would go merrily to hell in a handbasket because the guards were armed with Ak47s or they had something to catch him with. Or motion tracking cameras or...

He was brought out of his little dream by Patches asking him a question. "Not from the schematics. I mean it seems that the ventilation seems big enough? I hope?" He said not having anything else to say. He was ready to go.

[RomanAria]

Elissa said nothing, folding her legs up under herself, to curl into the smallest space possible. She made sure both of her pistols were ready to go and then forced her hands to stop trembling.
"Fox, I wish you'd have been more optimistic about this." she muttered, for suddenly the nerves overwhelmed her, leaving her gasping in panic, her hands over her ears at imaginary sounds.

She had heard what he’d said, but she’d been too ashamed to process it. But now she remembered it clearly. ”How about a negative on that one? You know I don’t leave people behind.”

You call him your friend? He's damning you to torture if you get caught. Like last time you trusted anyone. A mercy kill could have saved you from all that pain, but your partner wouldn't do it. She abandoned you.
But Fox wouldn’t leave me behind... would he?
Suuure he wouldn’t. To save his own skin he would. You’re nothing, not to him or the rest of them, not to the ones who got rid of you in the first place.
Just... j-just stop, please!
Never, because I’m a part of you. As long as you exist, I do too.
Just leave me alone and let me focus! I don’t... I-I d-don't want you here right now!
Oh, now, is that any way to talk to a friend? You were all too glad for my company all last year; when you were stuck in that box with no light or sound or anything but your own fear. And me. I was always there, feeling what you felt. When I finally made myself known, you were all too glad to talk to me, anything to make the terror go away, right?
Shut up! J-just… shut up and... and g-g-go away!
Of course. I always indulge my friend’s wishes. Just so you know, this is the last mission they’re ever going to trust you with, as broken as you are. You’re useless to them; you can’t even get yourself to focus at all. You’re burned by tonight, I guarantee it. And then, since you already know too much about them, it’ll be back in the box until you die, and see if I ever come back to check on you. I bet you won’t last three hours before you’re begging--

There was a flash of pain, the non-imagined kind, and a salty, coppery taste as she bit the inside of her own wrist to bring herself back and stop the panic. But nothing could erase those words tumbling around inside her skull.
This wasn’t good. She wasn’t ready. She needed to focus.
She could still hear that voice. Once her savior, or so it seemed. Once just hearing that laugh made all the pain and fear go away, but now... It was going to drag her back down.
“P-Patch, d-do you… do you…” her voice was shaking as the panic fought to overwhelm her, drag her back to the dark of her own imagination. “D-do you...—C-could you—D-did y-you... D-did you b-bring a-any—anything-g c-c-calming, o-or anything? P-please? I… I can’t…”

[SimplyJohn]

As they pulled into road running down towards the docks, passing straight through the cluster of warehouses including their target Patch quickly tapped his radio, opening a link back to Archangel @Jangel13, "Did you catch that, Angelo? Can you get us any info on the ventilations ducts at all? Points of entry from the outside of the building and any access they might offer inside too would be useful."

The warehouse was just ahead now and Patch pulled the car around the side of it before continuing on and parking up on the far side of the neighbouring building. They were out of sight of any guards but Patch was still a little concerned about any cameras there might be and whether they could see better in the dark than he could. "Anything you have on the surveillance system would be a bonus as well," he quickly added to his message to Archangel. He knew that might be a little trickier to dig up though, since companies generally had the right to fit any security devices they liked within their own facilities, while the ventilation system would usually have required planning permissions to be filed with the local council.

@RomanAria Shutting off the engine Patch turned in his seat to look back at Owl. Reaching back he gently took hold of her hand with his, stroking his fingers softly over hers to help keep the fragile young girl calm. "You okay with this, Elissa? Ready to go?" He asked, keeping his voice low and level so as not to upset her too much. He didn't want to give her any medication if he could help it, but sometimes all that was needed was to know there were others around who cared for you.

[Jangel13]

im on it guys but keep in mind when im being the handler call me arch angel Angelo said to them as he went back through his 3d layout of the area to see if their were any possible points of entry for them to get into. What he found out was that their was a window to roof access area that they could use but Angelo also found the budget for these guys and compared to most warehouses like this it wasn't much so Angelo decided that their best bet was to pose as last minute shipment handlers Alright guys their a window to roof access shaft on the east side of the building that one of you can use however the simplest way for you to get in would be posing a last shipment delivery these guys aren't well funded so its most likely they wont give two shits about who you are or where you came from so if you are confident enough to bluff your way in I say do it and avoid the trouble

Angelo heard what birdseed said to him but seeing as how it was a quick notification Angelo believed that he shouldn't respond unless it was important for him to contact them...

[RomanAria]

Patch had seen that something was wrong with her. That much was obvious. She realized he was holding onto her hand, and cracked a tiny, hesitant smile. It felt kind of nice, knowing that someone at least liked her. Even if she totally cracked into pieces, she didn't think Patch would leave her. Thankfully the Voice didn't come back to taunt her about it, either.

"I... yes... no... I don't know. I… I don’t know.” She started crying, then wiped angrily at her face with the one hand, clinging to Patch’s with the other. “I’m trying so hard not to fall apart and it’s just… I just can’t do this, not looking whole when I’m such a wreck inside.” She dropped her voice even quieter. “I wish I’d just died, sometimes. Then I wouldn’t be such a, such a liability. T-then it wouldn’t hurt so much, would it?” she forced a pathetic giggling sound, trying to take the shock out of those words, make Patch not think about them. It wouldn’t do any good for him to be worried about her, not during the mission, when he needed to stay focused. She shook her head, forced the smile back onto her face, though her mouth trembled. “I-I’ll be ok-okay. Just… just give m-me something t-to d-do and… and I’ll be fine.” She met Patch’s eyes, just for a second, then looked down again and blinked rapidly to clear the tears from her eyes.

[SimplyJohn]

Patch turned to Jack with a worried look in his eyes, "We're not going to be able to all bluff our way in together with Elissa in this state, there's no way the guards would ever buy that she's a here for a delivery, especially not in this car." Looking out of the window into the black night Patch started weighting up the options. A moment later he slammed his hand down on the steering wheel angrily. "I should've brought the van instead. Damn, that was a stupid mistake."

He could feel his emotions rising, and having to deal with Elissa wasn't making things any easier. Taking a deep breath he closed his eyes and counted to ten, letting his logical mind take control as he let a plan form before turning to the others with a hopeful smile. "Okay, I think I have something, but I'll need you to hit me."

The plan was simple. There were two easy ways into the building, the roof and the front door. The roof would probably mean having to climb up on top of the building before being able to get inside and while he and Jack could probably do that in their sleep Patch wasn't so sure about Elissa, and he'd rather not risk her life, and the success of the mission, on her not flaking out halfway up. The front door would mean having to try and talk their way passed the guards, preferably Patch would've liked to get the guards out of the way so they could do a little shopping while the team was inside the warehouse, but given the circumstances leaving that job to the resident thief was probably the best bet.

As far as his plan went, Patch thought sending Jack to the roof access while he and Elissa approached the guards at the front door was the best option. If she told them they'd been attacked and that their delivery van had been grabbed then they might be able to lure some of the guards away from the building, if that failed then getting the two of them inside would be the next objective. The worst case would be simply delaying the guards for as long as possible while Jack got the job done and got out before the explosives went off.

As quickly as possible he laid out his idea for the others and waited to see what they thought of it.

@Avanhelsing@RomanAria

[Dragonite777]

Birdseed approached the flowershop with her companion in crime-stopping. The woman guarding the entrance to an 'employee only' room looked pretty gruff and bored. A good combination. Thus, Birdseed commenced her psychology on the woman, looking for a reason to speak with someone other than the front clerk. "Excuse me. Miss?" The lady glanced towards Birdseed and gracefully asked, while raising an eyebrow, "Mmh?" Deciding to 'be' timid and stumbling on her words, started her application of information. "Yes, hi. Um, we were wondering if you knew what kind of camera system you guys use? I'm super into techie stuff, and Connie, over here, is worried about our house. We're flatmates, at the moment, and wondering if you thought the cameras here are up to date and stuff?" Flipping her hair, Birdseed sleight-of-handedly turned the receiver back to its 'always on' mode.
The guardswoman responded shortly. "I 'unno. I c'n ge' th' tech from ou' back ta tell ya 'ow to ge' this rig. Tha' ulroight, princess?" (I dunno. I can get the tech from out back to tell you how to get this rig. That alright, princess?) 'Seed nodded with a smile. "That'd be fantastic, miss." The moment the woman headed away to the back, Birdseed turned to Condor and turned the earpiece back to button-mic mode. "Let's hope Kheshig has the cameras on some loop in the back, cause it's gonna be hard. We forgot to plan for a cameraman tech. Let's sneak in here and plant bugs ourselves. Couldn't resist not grabbing two from the lab before we left." Using an EMP to overload the security panel on the door, Birdseed slipped in, whispering out to Condor, "if she comes back, stall her loud enough for me to hear through the door, and, if you can, get her to walk out."

[Genni]

Walking into the shop Condor's eyes quickly glances around the room, casing possible exits and assessing any items lying around which could be used as weapons if it came to needing them. As expected there appeared to just be the one young woman manning the counter, but at least four security cameras were set up around the room, making it difficult to hide anything she and Birdseed might try.

@Dragonite777 "Excuse me. Miss?"

When Birdseed started to speak the girl looked over at the two of them and Condor flashed her a friendly smile, gritting her teeth with anticipation to see what her partner had planned for them. The girl appeared bored, flicking through a magazine and watching the seconds tick by on a clock in front of her, waiting for closing time. Either the girl was one of the best trained agents Condor had ever seen, keeping her cover so completely even in front of potentially hostile strangers, or she was just an innocent who had no idea what this place really was.

@Dragonite777 "Yes, hi. Um, we were wondering if you knew what kind of camera system you guys use?

Condor spaced out a little as Birdseed dealt with the counter girl, drifting over to one of the shelves and pretending to admire some of the plants on display while at the same time carefully blocking two of the cameras lines-of-sight so they wouldn't be able to spot Birdseed's receiver as she adjusted its settings.

@Dragonite777 "Let's hope Kheshig has the cameras on some loop in the back, cause it's gonna be hard. We forgot to plan for a cameraman tech. Let's sneak in here and plant bugs ourselves. Couldn't resist not grabbing two from the lab before we left."

Condor wanted to stop her colleague where she was, their part of the plan was for distraction and only provide support if Kheshig ran into trouble. Having two agents trying to plant bugs at the same time would make things more difficult for everyone, but before she could say a word Birdseed had already spiked the lock with an EMP and slipped through.

"Dammit!" Condor swore to herself, glancing up at the cameras. If someone had been watching the feed their covers had just become a lot more complicated to keep in place, what sort of innocent person carries EMP charges around with them, let alone using them to break into a store's stockroom. Quickly reaching up for her earbud Condor reported back to @Jangel13 Archangel, "Birdseed's off book, repeat Birdseed's off book. Tell Kheshig to cover, things may get hot."

[SimplyJohn]

Stepping out of the car, tucking the keys into the driver's mirror as he went, Patch moved around to the passenger side and pulled the rear door open. "Mi'lady?" He said with what he thought was a posh accent, "I believe your audience awaits."

Holding out his hand, offering it to Elissa, Patch began to wonder whether this plan of his would work or not, after all it was all based on the assumption that Jack would be able to do his part but ever since he'd climbed into the car he seemed to have frozen up.

The thought went through Patch's head that he should just shoot the guy and dump the body somewhere, but he quickly pushed it aside. He already had enough people on his tail and another murder on his hands would just fire off a signal flare letting them know where to find him.