[center][color=red][h1]Len Mordikai[/h1][/color][/center]
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[center][h1][color=red][b]Location:[/b][/color] Argus Headquarters[/h1][/center]


[i][color=limegreen]"Apollo, Theseus."[/color][/i] was the words that brought Len's attention to the briefing, having been pondering his thoughts about other matters until Hephaestus had called him by his codename. He'd give the brief his full attention, folding his right leg over his left as he readjusts his glasses in a serious manner, if that was even a thing. A few moments later, Len's attention was brought to the tablet now sat in front of him; showing the image of a woman of Caucasian ethnicity, clearly dyed purple hair and a set of very strange coloured eyes; the three distinctive features that Len kept a mental note of for ease of identification on scene; much like he had done day in day out in law enforcement. With the information of their target picked up, he'd study the map that was information in addition to their target; noting that their destination was the Congo of all places. Great; Len thought, having spent all his life in Los Angeles; they sent him to Central Africa, at least the job included travelling.


[color=limegreen][i]"This woman is in charge of a rebel group in the Congo referred to by locals as 'The Amazons'."[/i][/color] Hephaestus continued. 'The Amazons', another piece of mission critical information. Sure, Len wasn't some special forces operative or a tactical genius but if rebels acted anything like criminals, their base would probably be hidden away. They'd probably need to ask locals for information and pin-point the location of these rebels, infiltrate their base of operations and assassinate the target without arousing suspicion from the crew that this woman was probably pulling the strings for. [color=limegreen][i]"She's recently received a package we were tracking, and we believe it may be connected to a previous series of attacks in the local area."[/i][/color] Well then, it appeared that the hard work was already done for them; with the package tracked, Len could only guess that their job would be infiltration and assassination. Previous series of attacks? These 'Amazon' guys weren't joking around; clearly they were getting too bold than they should be and that was clearly about to bite them in the ass. [color=limegreen][i]Your objective will be to infiltrate the village, assassinate this individual, and secure the package she has received."[/i][/color]

Everything seemed simple enough; it wasn't what he had thought of a first assignment but someone had to do the dirty jobs. Being a detective in the LAPD sure did show that these sorts of jobs weren't all glitz and glamour and a part of his mind told him to be sort of glad; it was something he had dealt with before and felt comfortable in that fact; he wasn't so sure about Roland though. He was a street thief and probably hadn't killed anyone in his life. Though that was probably a good thing; he was a thief, meaning that this package recovery would probably be right up his alley minus all the rebels probably carrying assault rifles. Len got up from his seat and nodded towards Roland; [color=green][i]"We can either take her out from afar or up close. I want to take her out with a sniper rifle. It will be easier."[/i][/color] he heard him say, to which Len simply shook his head as he followed him on the path the armoury; [color=red][i]"Sniper rifle? That would mean you'd need a decent position to set up in which gives you both plenty of concealment and a high enough elevation to get a decent shot."[/i][/color] he'd pause in his speech, thinking a plan over; [color=red][i]"We'll need to sneak in and take her out from up close, out of sight, grab the package and get out of there before her little group finds out that their leaders out of the picture. Unless you want to snipe her and let me do the infiltration and recovery whilst you cover me; that'll mean you'll need a place to set up and some way to hide that scope glint and sound. I'm sure the quartermaster can sort you out with that."[/i][/color] Len finishes, seeming to also enter the armoury at the same time.

He'll probably need a silencer for his Thunderbolt; out in the Congo, he'd probably prefer if he didn't wake up the rebels and any wildlife that could probably paint a damn target onto his back. On the way; he'd begin to formulate the smaller parts of this mission; particularly if it was possible if they could wait and try and attempt the mission at night; darkness is a great concealer, especially for the killer on the prowl.