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

[quote=@PatientBean]
Sitting with Dr. Mansour, she had the information on hand. She didn't necessarily want to disclose it all to her in that moment. "I did. After all, I said I am good at my job. Have it all here." She said highlighting some files she had with her. In it, there were detailed accounts of each person. Hopefully, it wouldn't come to disclosing it all (you never knew how useful blackmail information could be for later).

"Our three individuals have been rather busy outside of work hours. While I'd like to not disclose anything as of yet, I am confident we will not need to follow through with elimination. The only tricky one was the blonde intern, Whitney. Surprisingly not a lot of social media activity from her, but I found something anyway."

Imogen had a hint of a smile, knowing that she did her job well. Well enough to be safe from critique, hopefully. She might have stepped on a few toes, but if she did her job right, no one would be any wiser. 
[/quote]

The sense of pique in the younger woman's words and tone was unmistakable but Soraya had dealt with far worse butting of egos in field hospitals over the years. The main thing was that she had the information. The chopper was already touching down so she gave only a cursory nod and a short "Good."

She knew it probably sounded curt but her mind was already running through the list of steps she'd created in her head on landing - there wasn't any room for any other concerns. She assumed and trusted that Imogen's detailed accounts had the contact information for the journalists she'd requested.

Once on the ground she hefted the heavy medical duffle bag and hastened to clear the chopper landing area even as the DA-Team were making their approach to towards their positions and the entrances. Soraya paused though, and knelt to start rifling through her bags for the equipment they'd need shortly.

[quote=@Terrans]

Norr had wished she had changed her field attire before leaving the bunker. The gray of the uniform eating the heat of the desert. 

She gave a rueful glare at the off didn’t sun before she shifted her hat’s brim down slightly. Coming beside Dr. Mansour as the explosions of the breach faded. 

“I know I have little experience in your field.” She stated off adopting the tone the managing handbook described as ‘informative but not patronizing’ “But the reporters’ news van is over there.”

A nod of her head at the van with the shrink wrapped logo of a local news station emblazoned in its side. Untouched except by the dusty wind and now shockwave of the breach. Though except for a subtle rocking it appeared more or less intact. 

“Maybe we can look it over while we have the time….before the hooting starts at least.” A look of displeasure on her face that notion. 
[/quote]

Soraya seemed heedless of the rushing air or sound of the chopper as it began to retreat, intent on retrieving equipment. Her head peaked up, briefly alert, to catch the smoke from the breaching charge as the entry team began moving inside. She knew from experience they had time, entry teams almost always took their time clearing unknown facilities like this.

Sam's comment drew her attention to the news van. Perfect. That had been on her list of things to do. "Excellent. We have everything I think."

Soraya removed a black leather case she'd pulled out of the duffel and offered it up to Sam. "Vehicle entry kit." She explained, still kneeling, as she went back into the bag for seconds.

To Imogene she presented what appeared to be a modestly-sized black briefcase that she opened up for Imogen, only briefly for them to see some sort of electronics box with connector cable attachments, some wires and accessories, and what appeared to be a dedicated field terminal for the device. "This is expensive. So please be careful." She said, mostly because it was true and it would be beyond troublesome for her to source a replacement now that she was in the private sector. 

She looked up, and paused briefly, taking a moment to recall the name of the thing she'd just handed Imogen in english. "It is an IMSI Catcher; for intercepting cellphones. I am thinking, while the others are busy, I show you both how to do a little, ah, professional B&E. Exploit some intelligence. Then we track our journalists by their cell phones. Sound good, yes?"

Soraya looked between the pair before zipping bag closed, hoisting the strap back over her shoulder and rising to start heading towards the news van; in what seemed to be becoming a habit, she didn't bother waiting for a reply. 

"I told you, I show you good times." She called over her shoulder as she approached the van.