[i][/i][i][/i][i][/i][center][h2][color=ec008c]Samantha Dalton “Chaos”[/color][/h2]

[h2]Chaos is in the building![/h2][/center]

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[color=ec008c]Samantha[/color] had prepared for today’s op meticulously. Getting ready for the Singapore op had taken most of Samantha’s time lately. Well that and recovering from her injuries from the Aralsk operation. Samantha had been trained to be invisible and blend in her time in the CIA as a field operative. She carefully applied her makeup using it to visually change the angles of her face. This would not affect facial recognition programs that relied on bone structure points. Facial recognition programs relied on existing database matches. They needed something to compare the image to. She used some subtle latex foam prosthetics to widen her nose, add more of a point to her chin, and rounder cheeks. The changes were just enough so that any facial recognition software would get an inconclusive result. It was easy for Samantha to plant fake identification information into official databases for the team. If facial recognition is used, it will match the name on their fake ID. Samantha made sure the team’s real identities were there but buried beneath encryption and classified status. 

Freya was the distraction while Sam needed to blend in and disappear in the crowd. Samantha applied fashion makeup over the prosthetics blending them until they were impossible to see. The makeup gave her that natural glow flawless look that was popular with women executives. She had chosen to wear a wig that was a chestnut color with golden highlights cut into a chic bob that framed her face. She had chosen to wear a champagne pink silk suit with a soft dove gray silk top that was low enough to show some cleavage and clung enough to entice men for a further look. Her jacket was unbutton and framed her curves tastefully. She looked every inch the conservative executive woman. Her jewelry looked simple but looked high end. Diamond stud earrings were paired with a custom heavy gold chain in rose gold with a stylized medallion in a matching color with pearls set into it. The center of the medallion is a large cabochon fire opal. A diamond tennis bracelet was on her right wrist. She was wearing designer 3 inch heels in a nude color. She was carrying a black leather designer bag with rose gold accents and a decorative chain handle. Her fingernails are tastefully done in a French manicure. Sam looks every inch a conservative wealthy woman with classic style and grace. Sam was wearing blue contact lenses which hid her gray eyes.Samantha’s tattoos were hidden under the sleeve of her suit jacket. Of course the outfit is the opposite of Sam’s personal style. She might wear hot pink but soft pinks and nude heels? She was more likely to be found sporting jeans and a vintage tee with her chuck taylors. 

Between the makeup and the hair, Samantha looked convincingly different to those who were not trained in observation. She knew the team would still pick up on who she was. Samantha applied all that training from the CIA as she made her way into the party. She waited in line quietly tapping away on a decoy smartphone. Pretending to check her work email as she stood in line. It was finally her turn as she stepped up to a concierge style desk. There were two guards manning the entryway in sharp dressed suits. There were two more guards nearby in similar suits. Samantha’s eyes noted the open gun carrying guards. She kept her expression calm and bored as she appraised them with a critical eye. Security was tight and none of them were standing around looking bored. Their heads were on the swivel and actively scanning for issues. 

A dark haired guard with a well groomed beard asked for her invitation and id. His voice held a hint of a South African accent. She smiled and nodded graciously to him as she handed over  her invitation and fake ID. The man’s eyes lingered for just a moment on her cleavage before he handed her ID back to her and kept the invitation. [color=fff200]“Welcome Miss Ashley Barrington. I am sure you just missed the notation on your invitation but I am going to need you to leave your cell phone with security. You will be allowed to retrieve it as you exit the party.”[/color] He held his hand out patiently. Samantha scowled at him [color=ec008c]“Surely that little clause was only meant for lower level executives or people from small companies. I represent Diamond Technologies.”[/color] Her voice read entitled West Coast elitist. The guard never lost his neutral smile but his eyes hardened and narrowed slightly in anger. [color=fff200]“I am sorry Madame, but there are no exceptions per Mr. Andros’ orders.”[/color] He inclined his head and held out his hand in a clear demand to hand the device over. [color=ec008c]“Let me just lock and power off my device. I wouldn’t want any of my information or device to be compromised while in other’s hands.” 
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She made a big show of resetting the password and security protections before powering it off. Samantha hit the buttons in a special sequence that would trigger the device to turn on its microphone and transmit what it picked up while appearing off.  The device would act as a communication router for the team strengthening their signal and connectivity while in the building. She handed the device over with obvious reluctance. She watched as he slipped her cellphone into a plastic bag and filled out the paper tag on it and tore off a receipt for her and passed it over.[color=fff200] “Mr. Ardose hopes you enjoy his party.”[/color] He waved her on through. Samantha’s body language would read annoyed to anyone watching her. She made her way into the party with a confident step and an air of she was supposed to be there and others were lucky to be in her presence. She gave a small satisfied grin as a passing waiter offered her a glass of sparkling wine. That went perfectly and the device was protected and where she wanted it. They might even pick up some of the guard’s chatter or people passing through the checkpoint into the party. 

Samantha began to note who was attending the party. Samantha recognized politicians of note from America, England, France, Finland, Poland, Russia, and Australia. It was no surprise to see power players from the tech industry here. She caught sight of George Conners, a  tech genius of the start up company, Whisper Technologies. He was the latest innovator to rocket to wealth with his updates to cellular technology. She was envious of his jeans, blazer, pun filled graphic t-shirt and Converse sneakers. He was of average height with a thin and lanky physique. He was rocking a messy looking hairstyle. She found it curious that he was talking to Veronica Summers from Wurth Public Relations Firm and Don Timmons from Dragonite Security which was a private American government contractor. That was not a trio she thought would run in the same circles. She recognized criminal kingpins mingling with the crowd as well. She spotted representatives from the Russian Mafia, South American Drug Cartels, African Warlords, and Middle Eastern Dictators. [color=ec008c][i]This felt like a meeting between the criminal underground who got their hands dirty and the wealthy elite who used them for their own ends and protected them. 
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It was about that time that she heard Skye giving them orders over the comm system. She hid her smile behind her glass, happy to know it was working well so far. Samantha began to look around the room casually as if she was checking out who was at the party. She scanned for familiar faces and to check where her fellow team members were. She would make eye contact and then move on so they knew she had seen them. She tried to hide her amusement as Skye and Freya walked past her with an entourage. She had to give Freya props, the woman knew how to draw attention and keep it. She even spotted some women who followed the battle goddess with their eyes and moved towards her. She managed to keep a straight face as she heard Skye announce that had unexpected help on this op. 

She spotted Michele on the other side of the room and gave her a subtle signal that told her she was going to start her run. Michele was her backup and lookout. They would start out separately to keep from arousing suspicion. Michele would catch up with her and help bug Pavel’s office while Samantha hacked into his personal computer. Their first stop though were the executive offices one floor below them. They had to retrieve their gear from Melissa Waymire’s office where it had been shipped. Samantha began to ease her way causally around the room towards the stairwell. The bathrooms were in the same corner of the room. How convenient for her. She made like she was heading to the bathroom. As soon as the guards were occupied trying to see what had drawn a crowd and if they were needed, she slipped past them. They were focused on the wrestling giants and placing bets on the men. She almost wanted to stop and put money on Freya just as a sign of feminine solidarity. She shook her head. The guards were obviously of the sexist variety where men were always better. 

She still had her wine glass in hand. There were two more guards at the landing with the door to the floor below. These two stood relaxed with arms crossed in front of them. [color=fff200]“Guests are not allowed in this area, mademoiselle. You will need to go back up the stairs and rejoin the party.”[/color] The guard had a heavy french accent and was shorter at only 5’6”. The man he was paired with was of average height but muscular. She smiled and sashayed drawing his attention as she moved closer to him. [color=ec008c]"Well maybe I was bored and looking for some fun.”[/color] Samantha leaned into his personal space and knew he could see down her blouse some. He automatically looked. She gave him a flirtatious smile. She handed him her wine glass. [color=ec008c]“Be a dear and  hold this for me.”[/color] She began to dig around in her purse. [color=ec008c]“I mean the least I can do is give you my number. You have the most delicious accent. I could just eat you up.”[/color] She laid it on thick before grabbing a pen. She pulled out a notepad and began to write. She tore off the note and went to hand it to him. He was grinning thinking he was going to get lucky. His partner was rolling his eyes and sighing. Samantha hit the button to launch the barbed needle directly into his hand as she spun and hit the button again as she stabbed his partner in the neck with it and hit the button. Both men had just started to react when they both collapsed like puppets with their strings cut. [color=ec008c][i]The sleep agent on the darts was working great! [/i][/color]

Samantha grinned and pulled a pair of gloves out of her purse. She pulled them on and activated her special contact lenses which displayed a holographic HUD over her vision field. She activated the haptic gloves that connected to her laptop in the office somewhere on this floor. She used the information provided by Skye to get into their camera feeds. She couldn’t stop the feeds because that would be noticed by Pavel’s automated security. Samantha accessed the cameras that were on motorized mounts and changed the angle so that they looked at the ceiling, after looping the video in the cache on the cameras buffers creating a clean image loop. She couldn’t review all the footage to make sure it was pristine first. Time was ticking on this op already. It would be enough to help their team get in and out though. Of that she was confident. They might get picked up on one camera out of 10 but the odds were in their favor before someone spotted them. She guessed they had about a 20 minute window before someone figured it out and raised an alarm. 

Samantha checked the two guards for security key cards and weapons. She tucked one gun into the waistband of her pants and the other in her purse. She grunted as she moved the heavy lugs away from the doors. She didn’t have a handy room to hide them in. The best she could do was a shadowy corner. She then slipped through the door into the hallway. She looked both ways. She was grateful for the floor plans as she knew which way to go. She moved quickly towards the office she needed.