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You have been selected for Daytrip. You will meet with your team at a luxury resort in the Pacific, and from there, you will continue on to the AO to begin operations. Your initial cover is of a wealthy investor attending a pitch from a new but promising AI research company seeking angel investors [see the attached file for your cover story and related credentials]. Pack and dress appropriately; do not bring anything that will attract attention on a commercial flight. All transportation arrangements have been made, and you will receive further instructions in the coming days.  

It is recommended that you come up with a satisfactory cover story for your friends and family; they are potentially liable for any intelligence breach, accidental or otherwise. 
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[hider=To Our Valued Guest]
Greetings from sunny Seychelles! We at the Mers Claires are grateful you chose us for your trip, and we look forward to serving you. Attached to this message, you'll find confirmation of your villa number, selected amenities, and trip dates. Please don't hesitate to reach out if you have any questions. Otherwise, we look forward to seeing you soon!

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[i][b]February 21st, 2014, 0930
L'Hôtel des Mers Claires.
A Private Island In The Seychelles [/b][/i]


[b][color=778899]Vitalli "Kennedy" Tkachenko [/color][/b]

As far as briefings went, there were worse places to have them.

Vitalii had given the rundown of a dozen operations in a dozen locations ranging from serious, sterile classrooms in the belly of KGB district offices to open-air camps deep behind enemy lines. Never before had he been flown out first-class to give a briefing in a five-star resort. The contrast was almost amusing in how ludicrous it was, and he had reread the pamphlet he had been given over and over on the flight out.

Beautiful beaches, blue water, world-class dining and drinks, private villas designed to look quaintly rustic while still costing more than he made in a month - all very nice, but ultimately not worth getting distracted by. He did spare a thought for the diving tour that was offered, but getting distracted before work even began was a bad idea.

He had shown up early, of course, and his team leaders had arrived a couple of days earlier. The resort staff was under the impression that they were old friends who wanted to meet up in private to reminisce before discussing buisness-which was not entirely false. 

But now everyone else was due to arrive. Leaning against the back wall of the small conference room (soundproofed courtesy of the resort and then meticulously checked for bugs by him and his teammates) Vitalii waited patiently, hands tucked into his pockets. Noah was more alert, standing straight-backed as if he were on parade for the Queen. He was always wound tight it seemed, not just ready for action but under the assumption that any situation was moments away from spiralling into violence. Arsala was at least outwardly calmer, sitting in a comfortable chair with her K9 lying between her legs. She had her tablet out, a quick peek telling Vitalii that she was reviewing the files on their team. 

It had been his decision who made the cut and who didn't, but ultimately, the only way to gauge someone's mettle was to work with them.