[b][u]Back of the Atrium - Ravenbrook, NY[/u][/b]

[indent]Slightly jet-lagged, yet nonetheless rested following her journey in with Baker, Sarah set foot on scene. At the agent's behest she had come upon the facility with an uncharacteristic stealth after being dropped off at another location nearby. What was more was that she was, for the moment, working alone from the rear of the building. This was a necessary element to the plan, as gathering too much of the team in one place ran the risk of drawing too much attention; Sarah suspected the ulterior motive of not integrating her immediately into the team proper until Baker, among others, had assessed her value, and perhaps because they were aware of and respecting her preference for working solo. So far as she was aware, only the leader of the team at the Atrium had been informed that she'd be on site, leaving the rest of her companions-to-be ignorant of the fact that they would have any ally running the fade on their target's reinforcements. 

Absent a proper "uniform," she had defaulted to her usual adornements: her preferred sweater, and the ski mask to keep her face obscured. This was mostly out of a force of habit, as she doubted a small cell operating out of New York would recognize someone who had run with completely different circles three thousand miles away. 

As soon as she had arrived, she found herself a safe space among walls of crates and boxes, each filled with the supplies for the syndicate's ill-intending deeds. Regularly, though at sparse intervals, she would see a guard or two pass by her hiding spot. On third of such an occasion, she would make her move. As one of the guards passed by and separated from their partner, Sarah emerged from behind the stack of cargo and immediately shed any pretense of sneaking around. An energized roundhouse kick struck a path towards the head of the passing guard, to be followed promptly by an over-the-shoulder throw while they recovered from the foot to the face.[/indent]