[centre][b]Dr. Soraya Mansour[/b][/centre]

Soraya continued jotting notes through the briefing, and didn't acknowledge Sam's glance during the mention that 'termination was authorized', but felt a prick of annoyance at it.

[i]Just how much had they been told?[/i] she wondered to herself. She had to suppress the urge to start going over the list of people who knew with some connection with Graves and his circle to discover the snitch. This whole DGSE thing had turned into a fucking fiasco, but that would have to come later. She had to focus.

The photo of the news crew was important. She made a note to get a copy, but habitually started noting the important details she'd need in the field; body type, distinctive features, she noted them each in turn, which belonged to whom and jotted them down. She'd commit them to memory en route.

Soraya watched Graves' abrupt exit from the room and noted the look on Sam's face. Worth noting. "Questions, yes." Soraya looked down at the paper she'd been taking notes on, tapping her pen against the page. "Are there other exits? Or can we interdict this news team as they leave the facility?"

Soraya leaned back in her chair and pointed to the two entry points noted on the map.

The truth was she already decided she didn't like this facility. She didn't like the fact they knew nothing about what was inside or what had happened inside. She didn't like that her last actual weapons training with DGSE had been, [i]yalla[/i]... almost 15 years ago. She didn't like that she'd only just had time to do her first live fire exercise in years just this week. She didn't like she didn't know her team. Was this Imogene even trained at all if things didn't go to plan?

And she certainly didn't like the prospect of conducting her own trial-by-fire in an unknown facility, with an unknown threat, while having to babysit [i]Imogene[/i]. The whole thing sat poorly in the deepest part of her psyche where risk-assessments lived.

On the flip side was the thought that if these reporters had gotten themselves into a situation they couldn't get themselves out of: well that was just a problem that solved itself now wasn't it?