"Calling it in? You really haven't been briefed about how we operate here, do you?" She spoke, chuckling softly. "It doesn't matter how we complete a mission, as long as we don't start destroying entire buildings. We don't really work with a lot of paperwork here, for obvious reasons. So even if a target unintentionally dies, it doesn't really matter."

After the man had answered her question, the director decided to chime in to give some more info. "No FAC, Warthogs or heavy explosives. We're a secret organization remember? Even we couldn't cover it up if we started pumping buildings full of lead, or dropped bombs on them. Casualties is one thing, levelling a whole block is a whole different story." Elizabeth nodded at that. "But don't worry, Gerry. You're only the new guy, it's only expected that you rely on what you're used to. Instead of a bomb, you have me though. Just as effective, far more precise." Elizabeth didn't look like it, of course, but the supernatural beings that knew of her would rather deal with Warthogs than her.

Then the director and Gerry left to get him his new gear. Which would include an earpiece, a selection of weapons he could choose from ranging from simple pistols to light machine guns, a shock collar controller, and even keys to a car. They had other things, of course, but that was the basic gear everyone would get. Elizabeth in the mean time turned on the TV. It was 7 pm, and her favourite show was on.