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

Soraya stayed seated a few moments after the others had already started filing out, furiously scribbling a few more lines on the list she'd started writing up.

Following the mass exodus, she hastened her steps to catch up and match pace with Imogene. "Imogene. It sounds like we can't rely on our targets leaving themselves. Do you think you can get their contact information? One of them at least? Normally I'd do it myself, but, time is short and I have many things to collect. You will do that, yes?"

It was phrased as a question, but Soraya abruptly turned down the hallway back towards her office, apparently in a hurry and not waiting for a response. "I will show you some interesting things. It will be fun! You will see." She called over her shoulder.

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Soraya didn't join any of the others in the armory. Virtually all of her own field kit list were personal items she kept secured in her office, and a few others - medicines mostly - she had to draw from the infirmary.

She didn't change either, simply tied her hair back and changed shoes to something more field-practical. Then threw a beige cardigan over it all for good measure. Not that she needed a cardigan, but she knew from experience it would conceal the shoulder slung glock and its suppressor attachment from casual observation.

The rest of her kit was in a backpack and an enormous field bag she carried that looked almost as large as she was but carried one-handed even though he caused her to lean and sway slightly to one side as she walked. It looked very much like the sort of medical bags EMT workers carried with them. And indeed, for good measure Soraya wore a lanyard with her picture on it, identifying her as 'Sora Boisvert - Executive Protocol MEDIC'

People usually responded better to a private security team and field medic looking to assist over just a bunch of armed suits there to ensure their silence.

And in fairness, much of the equipment within actually was medical in nature. Mostly the sort of equipment and medicines you wouldn't find in a front line medic's bag, the sort of things a physician picked up for themselves over a career spent bouncing between threadbare field hospitals in conflict zones. Though she mostly stocked things beyond what front-line medics were trained for - there were already a few of those on hand. These were things that would be useful if anyone were seriously injured.

Or if their targets decided to be noncompliant.

There were also a few non-medical pieces of tradecraft Soraya anticipated would prove useful in getting to their targets in the first place.