[right][h1][color=c1cdcd]Sable[/color][/h1][/right][hr][hr]
[indent]Soon enough, the rest of who Nadia assumed would be her coworkers began to trickle in. The first of the four that arrived shortly after her was pretty clearly a blonde bombshell if you'd ever seen one. Tall, with lush blonde hair, and also being dressed to impress, it was pretty evident from The Senior's description that this was Baranov- or, as they would know her most of the time, Baroness. Nadia wasn't into all the dress-up herself, but she had to put some respect on the effort. It paid off.

What didn't sit as well with her though was the accented remark about her being a cop. She scoffed as if in disgust, and waved the remark off like a fly. Sure it was probably a joke, but the thought of being compared to a police officer left a bad taste in her mouth.
[color=c1cdcd]"No. The rest will probably be here soon."[/color] She replied in her own accent, though much more dryly.

The silence afterwards was a bit awkward but luckily very short, as the rest of the members found their way to the base of operations in turn. Nadia opted to ignore the rest of the attempted small talk. Not to be rude, but because she wasn't entirely comfortable with the situation quite yet. The only criminal organization she'd ever been close to was The Mob and that was more of a tight-knit-family deal. Looking over each of the people in front of her, she couldn't quite bring herself to trust the group of bright-haired women yet.

They mingled lightly amongst themselves, each of them offering their alias. Nadia took note of which names went to which faces and offered her own simple response, [color=c1cdcd]"Sable"[/color]. She sat in what looked like a pretty comfortable leather lounge chair, which she had drug over to a more advantageous spot before the others had arrived, but she was clearly not relaxed yet. She was preparing to make a remark of her own when her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of an electronic [i]zip[/i] from one of the dozens of monitors sitting above an elaborate control console situated against one of the walls of the room.

A particularly large monitor hesitated for a moment before the screen came to life, swapping rapidly between several different channels with various service codes and surveillance imaging on them, before reaching its intended target. The screen held its display once it reached the visage of a man. The room on the screen was lit relatively well, but the part which should've held a face was entirely shrouded in shadow. The outline of slicked-back hair and broad shoulders led down to the rest of a dark, tweed suit and leather-gloved hands. The hands tapped at a keyboard every few seconds, and the head shrouded in obscurity shifted from side to side occasionally, clearly inspecting monitors that were out of view. The area behind the man looked very much similar to the area the women were currently residing in, devoid of people but buzzing with life and little lights scattered about.

There was a moment of silence before the figure turned its gaze directly to the camera, the gloved hands retreating from the keyboard to lay against the desk folded over one another.

[color=6ecff6]"Hello, ladies."[/color] Came the voice of The Senior. That same collected tone that once came from the recorders now permeated the room around them. The voice was hard to describe- it sounded smooth but not intentionally so, and it was once again oddly un-sharp. It sounded as if he were speaking into a radio through another radio. [color=6ecff6]"I'm glad you all managed to uphold some punctuality. I do appreciate that in my business partners."[/color] He continued, afterwards pausing to reach out of view, retrieving a wine glass and refreshing himself before turning his attention back to them. One of his gloved hands gestured towards the far opposite end of the lair, towards an unlabeled set of double doors, as he spoke, [color=6ecff6]"Don't be shy about helping yourself to anything you find around our little base here -- there's the kitchen just over there if any of you are particularly parched."[/color]

There was a short, silent pause as his hands returned to the desk in front of him, a couple papers seemingly shifting around on the desk. His face shifted to the side slightly, his attention focused on a hidden screen for a moment, before he turned back to the group. He cleared his throat. [color=6ecff6]"So, here we are. Quite possibly the six most capable criminals this country has never seen. That changes from this base right here. If it hasn't quite hit you yet, [i]we're about to change history[/i], ladies."[/color]

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