[h1][center][b]Erika Van Straaten[/b][/center][/h1]

Erika listened to the briefing attentively. Her eyes flicked between speakers and faces in the room, and she nodded at the right points, or as things jogged her memory. She's heard of San Borondon in passing; her own curiosity and reading about the world and places in it had covered the small island nation, as well as sporadic news stories through the years. Ultimately, she wasn't overly surprised that the N/UN had their eyes on taking the government down and ending the dictatorship that was in place. It had been growing more and more notable, and with the expanding contact and interaction with powers hostile to the N/UN, it wasn't surprising that it had been pushed up the list for a 'quiet' change of government, by way of a 'nudge' from outside parties. 

When the brief came to an end, the other man she'd determined was a 'hired gun' like her introduced himself in an amicable, if somewhat stiffly formal way. She smiled at his comment regarding South Africa, and nodded to his greeting. 
"And to meet you, Sir Le Mariner. I'm glad you got a good impression of South Africa". She'd picked up on his Scottish accent and her smile remained in place as she continued, her own distinct accent a good match for his. "And I'd guess from your accent you're from Scotland; a place I've never had the chance to visit so far, but I've worked with a good few of your countrymen - all of them dependable, and characters larger than life. I'm sure you'll live up to the image well". 

The call for questions or comments came as they were handed the tablets. She skimmed over hers; a lot of it was a more in-depth dossier of the countries' history and concentrating on the ins-and-outs of the government hierarchy and succession, from what she gathered. Her interest was more around the tactical considerations and operational realities, and she looked up from the tablet as questions formed in her mind. 
"The background info seems fairly solid, and I think I've got the jist. But as far as the op goes - who out of you all are coming with us?" she said with a jut of her chin toward their contacts. "I assume at least one or two. Equipment and TO&E; are we taking stuff with us on the plane, or will it all be in place?" 
She glanced across to Le Mariner, giving him an opportunity to say anything he had, and wetting her lips with the tip of her tongue before she spoke up again. 
"And one last question; will we have official ID's while in-country, or are we completely deniable and shadows? Smuggled in, and non-existent while we're there; no or minimal contact with the public?"