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In The Black (A Clean-Up Crew RP)

I'm here, I've just had a bunch of holiday family stuff happening. Hoping to have time free for a reply Tuesday.

Chronicles of Minadra

Any signs of life from the others here?

In The Black (A Clean-Up Crew RP)

Dr. Soraya Mansour

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.

@PatientBean

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.

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.

@Terrans

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.

In The Black (A Clean-Up Crew RP)

Posted.

Full disclaimer follow on events will be left to RNG. The almighty spinner will determine future events and I have the job of massaging it into our glorious RP.

Praise be to RNG.

@Terrans

All hail the RNG god!

In The Black (A Clean-Up Crew RP)

Dr. Soraya Mansour

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?"

In The Black (A Clean-Up Crew RP)

Any convo I can have in a helo I can have while DA is doing stuff so might as well skip but that's me.

In The Black (A Clean-Up Crew RP)

Dr. Soraya Mansour

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.

In The Black (A Clean-Up Crew RP)

Out of curiosity, I'm guessing the concealment team here is not just Soraya and Imogene?

Because if it is, Soraya - and this is no knock on your character Bean, its just not her wheel house - is gonna take one look at her backup and be like: absolutely not happening: Give me someone else.

This lady is not only very French, but also Israeli, and she will totally willing to blow up your briefing Day One.

Which could be hilarious drama but I want to make sure I'm understanding the situation and that that's a scene people actually want to RP out.

Or I can brush past it, and we can just get to the action.

Or we can do her blowing up the meeting, drawing a line in the sand. "You will give me someone else."

And then crash cut to her and Imogene on the chopper.

In The Black (A Clean-Up Crew RP)

Making the play that Soraya and Imogene get to just hangout outside the facility, listening over the radio while everyone else deals with whatever's inside and Imogene tweets about gas leak/explosion rumours.

Calling it now.

Concealment Team is Best Team.

In The Black (A Clean-Up Crew RP)

Dr. Soraya Mansour

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.

Just how much had they been told? 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, yalla... 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 Imogene. 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?