[h2][center]Steven Fan[/center][/h2]
With a nod, Steven glanced down at the pile of documents once more to deal with the questions he had just been posed. It seemed as if none of the others wanted to sift through the paperwork, which meant it was left to him to dictate and dispose of them after the information was out on the field.

"Mmm... Give me a moment," he said, flipping through the papers for a moment before sighing. "Guards numbering fifty minimum, with three Contractors minimum among their number. Slated to be about 200 attendees otherwise, at least half of whom are expected to be noncombatants. They're really not going to be making this easy for us..."

With a bit of a dead gaze at Donovan, Steven turned towards Mao before shrugging.

"I think HQ has someone contracted with Mnemosyne somewhere, so worst comes to worst we just nab them and make them 'forget' what they saw. Honestly, I'm against that if at all possible because the idea of tampering with someone's memories bugs me to no end, so let's try to keep it as quiet as possible. That being said, though..."

The brewing argument between Abigail and Fremont was starting to worry the lawyer; the ego of a small child compared to the 'give no fucks' attitude that Fremont seemed to be touting would inevitably end up with more clashes in the future. While that would probably be [i]fine[/i] given the fact that they would inevitably have to work together anyhow, the 12 or so hours leading up to the raid was likely not enough time to make this relationship "stable" in any meaningful way.

"Okay, Abigail: let's stop right there," he remarked pointedly, staring calmly at the girl as she began to flaunt her abilities. "Neither your ego nor your pride will help us in this situation. If you're going to be representing the Fianna, I would hope that you had the rationale to realize that not everyone is going to acknowledge you simply based on words alone. If you believe yourself to be in the right, then show us as much, and if you believe Fremont to have wronged you, then have the dignity to act in a manner befitting of your position. Are we clear?"

Despite the fact that she was a representative and that he was no more than a bit of fresh blood to the world of law, he was still [i]technically[/i] her superior and supervisor (well, really, that was Donovan's job, but that wasn't important at the moment). That being said, though, it wasn't like he could simply brush off Fremont's comments. He could probably sit the man down and figure out a solution later, but it probably wasn't the best idea to aggravate the starving beast right now.

"If you're ordering food, I'll take some black pepper ribs with rice," he remarked, handing over a menu to Lundgren from some cranny off to the side. "But in any case, I'm in agreement; we can worry about this after we deal with the problem tonight. All clear?"

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The rest of the day had gone by fairly uneventfully for Steven, given that he spent most of it brushing up on the possible enemies that the group might have to deal with and studying on his own. He had a feeling that Abigail was wont to prove him wrong for the last half a day, but it was now to see if she would actually follow up on those feelings.

Their dropoff location was a few blocks away from the docks, and under the cover of night it was fairly doable to slip through the crack that had been made by the ones setting up the job for them. That didn't mean that everything afterwards would go swimmingly, of course, but getting into the area undetected was as a good a start as any.

"Okay, our destination is down this way," Steven said, walking forward with his hands in his pockets. "Ideally, combat begins at the entrance to their market, but their guards' patrol patterns seem to be somewhat random. Stay on your guard."

His fear—at least, in his opinion—was wholly warranted; this was the first time he would be involved in actual combat in his life, and not only did it involve possibly having to kill people, but it was against a ground of people who probably outclassed him. But at this point, going back was most definitely not an option.

"Mao, let us know if anyone that looks aggressive is en route; Donovan, keep us cloaked as long as you can. Let's move."

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