So far the turnout of this group was seeming....offlandish....if that was the proper word for it. Nora merely stayed glued to her iPhone, ignoring most of the introductions, including Booker's. Hell, she had all she wanted to know about the man who would be leading them right at her fingertips. So naturally, introductions to Nora were just a complete waste of time, even her own. One by one, people began pouring in. After Booker, the first to introduce himself was Lee, who appeared to Nora as mainly the typical cookie cutter criminal, a streetwise hustler who was too much of a smartass for his own good. Nora merely shot Lee a short glance of her eyes before going back to her iPhone, fiddling around with whatever. Thanks to the equally ingenious work of her cohort Pestilence, she was already dowloading the floor layouts and blueprints to most of the corporate banks around Manhattan Island, the information she was able to pry from one of the major architecture firms in New York. On the inside she snickered though at Booker's once again...offlandish attempt to use what was truly a dinosaur. Nora hadn't seen such a beat up and rundown projector since her brief stint in high-school.

Another girl was soon to introduce herself, so happy and twee that Nora was sure her eardrums would explode and violently hemorrhage if she had to hear that God forsaken voice again. As a display of her disapproval of this giddy little bitch, she pulled her hood down even farther over her eyes, grudgingly trying her best to ignore that...that...UGH! Still no use as this chick....Nessie was her name....continued blabbing on and on about most stuff Nora just let slip by, until this girl started yammering about technology and about how she made a jammer. [i]Awww....how cute. A fucking noob.[/i] Nora rolled her eyes. "You made a jammer?" She questioned the girl named Nessie. "Psh. Child's play really." From the couch Nora stood, clutching in her hand her iPod. She brought it forward for Nessie, and for the others to see before swiping her finger across it. In a split second, everything had gone dark before she swiped her finger again and the lights quickly came back on. "Try breaking into the Eastern Manhattan power grid via a backdoor that creates a doppleganger network on the main generator computer at Indian Point. Or better yet, I dare you to crack open the Pentagon if you want a challenge. Name's Nora, and as you might have guessed...yeah...I work for these guys. Still don't know why they hired you when uh....they already had a hacker." A bit of a quizzical expression mixed with a scowl found its way towards Booker. "So yeah....how come you got this script kiddie?"