The shadowed figure nodded slightly to himself, as if the responses offered were as he predicted. He waited to go on until Tick returned, the only one seeming content to refresh themselves at the moment. [color=6ecff6]"As charming as the whole damsel-in-distress act might be, that's not quite what I had in mind."[/color] He began, seeming slightly amused by the prospect nonetheless. He shifted forward in his seat slightly, leaning in, though still remaining shrouded in darkness. [color=6ecff6]"Let me make it very clear that I chose you all because of how efficient you can be, given the right objectives. 'Girl power' is all fine and dandy, but the mind is unaffected by the body - and your minds very much overcome anything muscle could produce. You can be sure that each of the ladies next to you is very capable in some regard. But enough of the flattery. Where you fit those capabilities into your work ethic isn't up to me. But I can help you find that out while we undergo our mission."[/color]

As he began to speak his next few sentences, the Senior seemed to become enthralled by his own thoughts before they even came out of his mouth. [color=6ecff6]"Any blind person can see that every community - every monopoly - every government - every-fucking-everything is run by greedy sons of bitches who have no regard for anyone under them."[/color] He went on, one of his gloved hands slowly constricting into a clenched fist as he spoke, his tone even becoming a little stressed. [color=6ecff6]"They horde wealth and only spare enough to keep those underneath them in line. Maybe you don't feel trampled on - not everyone does - but trust me when I tell you you are."[/color] There was a short pause as Senior's gaze shifted downwards, and he visibly relaxed himself, unclenching his fist. [color=6ecff6]"..but in this narrative we're going to remedy that. We're bad people, but we can do good things through that. Of course, we can line our pockets as well - as a commission fee, you could say."[/color]

He shifted his gaze to the side once again as his hands tapped at the keyboard in front of him. There was a short moment of silence before he turned his attention back.

[color=6ecff6]"But I'm sure some of you don't care very much about the why. The how and the when are more concerning details for most in our line of work. Which is why I've planned something of a test-run for our group here. Something simple, to see how well you ladies can work together."[/color]
One of the slightly larger screens next to the Senior's began to flicker to life.

All the while Sable listened intently, subconsciously taking note of their new boss' behaviors. She wasn't sure if he really considered himself their boss - the way he spoke made it sound as if he would be working alongside them, but she very much doubted he would be putting himself next to them in the flesh - or he probably would have already done so. Regardless of how interested she was in what he had to say, she couldn't help but spare a inconspicuous glance at the other women in the room every once in a while. It was just a hard habit to break.

But when the screen flickered on and displayed the blueprints of some sort of compound, she really focused in on it. The image was...complicated, to say the least. There were so many numerics and angle notes, layers of architectural details and even more that Sable had no hope of deciphering.
[color=6ecff6]"This,"[/color] The Senior began, gesturing to his side towards the monitor. [color=6ecff6]"is an unnamed scientific facility located in Massachusetts. I have a client who is very interested in extracting certain files from this facility - for reasons unknown to me, not that it matters much. Coincidentally, I wouldn't mind acquiring a select few materials from such a facility myself. There is, however, a slight catch. Not only does the facility have its own security team, because of course it does, it also seems to have a couple military personnel wandering the premises. Ironically, this enhanced detail of guards led to my interest in the facility's contents. What [i]you[/i] should be interested in though is my client's target files - as he will be paying quite a sum for their retrieval - which is where you ladies come in."[/color] The Senior finished, coming to a halt as his eyes scanned the faces of each of them. [color=6ecff6]"So.. any questions?"[/color]

Sable's own eyes still attempted to study the blueprints of the compound, not really being able to figure out how to read most of the details. She wasn't exactly an architect. [color=c1cdcd]"Simple, he says.."[/color]