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

Soraya exited the vans behind the direct action team, taking a moment to slide and heft the heavy bag out of the back of the van before hurrying her pace after them. She seemed somewhat at ease moving between the vehicle and waiting helicopter, settling in quickly, stowing her kit, and leaning in towards Imogene partly to get her attention even though they had to speak over comms to be properly heard over the noise and ear protection. "What do you think should be our cover story, for this incident?" 

It made perfect sense for them to plan their concealment approach before they arrived, and this was an open invitation for Imogene to demonstrate her primary competency and focus on something she knew well. There was a certain responsibility Soraya felt for the people she was on the team with. Most of them were younger. And while this was her own first mission with the group: it wasn't her first mission. Going into conflict zones. Riding in choppers. She'd trained for these things extensively. Done them around people shooting in situations where the possibility of being seriously injured, killed or kidnapped was quite real.

She wanted a sense before they touched down on how Imogene was handling things. The Direct Action people, she noted with approval, looked and moved like the sort of direct action people she'd known, trained and worked with over the years. Imogene she was watching; observing how comfortable, nervous or excited she appeared and how well she handled her core responsibilities in a dynamic environment.

It was all information that told Soraya what she'd be working with.

"And did you manage to find anything on our news team?"