Steph was the last one to enter the dingy little office, clutching various shopping bags filled with a small fortune of clothes. The elf looked more like a starlet than a runner, with her long white coat as well as fashionably large sunglasses. [color=92278f]"[i]Salut mes amis, comment allez-vous?[/i]"[/color] She cooed excitedly. [color=92278f]"What's the emergency?"[/color]

Joining the rest of the crew, making sure to give the oversized Fenrir a loving scratch behind her ears - Steph was probably the only person in the group that had this privilege - and went over what little information Vanessa had to offer. The sunny disposition quickly evaporated as more and more details became known.

[color=92278f]"Vanessa... Is this a joke?"[/color] Steph looked up at the Fixer, lifting the sunglasses, throwing the files back onto the table. So far Vanessa had been a trustworthy Fixer, always supplying their team with trustworthy jobs. This seemed anything but. A job like this needed way more time, time to scope out the facility, threat assessment, hell they needed time to check out drivers coming in and out of the facility to check for holes in the security.

[color=92278f]"You know damn well that a job like this needs more time... [i]Merde[/i], you dont even know what we're up against?"[/color] Steph scoffed, crossing her arms. [color=92278f]"This isnt like you... You'd never accept a job like this. So what's the deal here? I'm not going to risk my life by being left in the dark."[/color]

[color=92278f]"And could we leave killing off the table until we know what we're even dealing with?"[/color] She snapped at the rest of the team.