:: Chewing on her lower lip while she thinks, she then nods. ::

"Excellent point Clay. We're all going. We'll put off additional planning until we get the talent and see who's up for traveling. Once we've signed them up, we'll lay out the plan and make our preperations to move."

:: Pushing off from the arm chair, she heads towards her room and stops in the doorway. ::

"Ok. Cosmo, Ivan, Gabe and Clay are inside. Clay, I want you there first to scope the place, then Ivan and Gabe will flank Cosmo as bodyguards. I'll run overwatch and Ayuda will be physically in the van, but running astral overwatch. Before we leave, I want this place as broken down as possible. In case something goes wrong I want to be able to vacate immediately. Everything non-critical needs to be packed and stored. Let's move with a purpose."

:: Disappearing into her room, she pushes her emotions down into the box she has created for them and shuts it. For some reason, the visualisation seemed to help her refocus on the job at hand. Changing into her customized biking armor, she transfers her RC deck to the hardlined backpack that perfectly conforms to her back. Shoving the helmet under her arm, she heads back out into the main area to begin helping to breakdown what they can, leaving only the surveillance and the few booby traps set up for ambushs. ::

Pravati walks over to the bar, takes a low profile and sits with her back facing away from the door as to watch who comes in. Orders a mild drink.


as she thinks to herself I wonder if this is going to be anything like Germany?
as several other thoughts run through her head thinking of how she got her name in the first place.

well i always do perpare for the worst.

The crowd at Jayk's Diner is boistrous at the end of the workday, shouts and laughter competing with the bass-heavy classic rock pumping out of an antique looking jukebox. Choppers line the sidewalk in front of the bar, steel and chrome shining wetly in the neon light from the Asahi and Budweiser signs. The conversation lulls as Pravati steps through the cheap plastic doors, working class eyes wondering what a woman of her obvious class is doing in a dive like Jayk's. The lull is brief, though, laughter bubbling up from the far corner of the room. The crowd here is difficult to impress and easy to bore. When the elf gives no sign of providing further entertainment, the rising interest is muted, and the bikers turn back to their drinks. The clock behind the bar reads 1900.

The bartender looks up as Pravati sits down, his eyes glancing over her with a practiced read. Her drink arrives in short time and he smiles, revealing half a dozen chrome teeth.

"Slumming tonight?"

Finally having something he can dig his tusks into Ivan goes to work cleaning the place up. The cots, heater, makeshift table, storage all of it folds up and stores neatly in stacks in the storage compartment of Blitz's van.

When the team was ready to roll out, Ivan got dressed. He switched out of the casual close he had been using and put on his working close. They consisted of his FFBA, a pair of blue Jeans, a red button up carpenter shirt, and his 3/4 secure coat over that. He finished it off with his black Stetson with the silver band, and his black cowboy boots. He loaded the internal magazine of his Spas with ExEx, and secured his redline in the shoulder holster under his left arm.

His shotgun he slid into it's holster and carefully stored it in the seat compartment of his Harley Scorpion.

"Three, ready to roll," the big troll said over the comlink.

Cosmo couldn't help but smile from over the top of her battered brown suitcase as Ivan adjusted his stetson and hefted a SPAS. The roaches at Jayk's weren't that bad from what she recalled.

Shrugging lightly, she took only a few more moments to perfect the bags under her eyes and the creases all around her dirty face. The immaculately maintained synthleather she wore was also weathered somehow, or at least looked it, and the low mud-brown ponytail she covered with something was affixed slightly off center. This was a look she understood well since she'd seen it frequently in her earlier years; the toilworn smile that could never hope to reach glassy eyes that had seen too much. It was not difficult to step into character this time.

Within minutes, the suitcase was exchanged for her handheld bug scanner. She went through the now-familiar steps of checking their 'base' as she waited for the order to move out.

:: As she snaps herself in place on the gyro stabalized bike, she assigns the group new primary, secondary and tiertiary comm frequencies. ::

"Ok...just a reminder, call signs are as follows. Im one, Cosmo 2, Ivan 3, Gabe 4, Clay 5, Ayuda 6. Five, your leaving with me and Six. Two, leave with Three and Four in 15 min."

:: With that, she keys the garage doors to open as her van pulls out smoothly into the alley and then into the street. Taking a parallel, yet slightly different route, her slick black bike peels out with Blitz's characteristic love of speed followed shortly after by Clay in his vehicle. ::

:: The drive isn't too far, and the van pulls into an alley about a block from the intended site yet positioned to have eyes on the front entrance, it's sensors passively scanning the airwaves around the 2 mile quadrant. The drone rack lifts from the roof and a small ballon escapes the confines to drift upwards on silent propulsion while the alley is clear of observers. It begins a lazy circut high enough in altitude to still render good images of the ground, yet be both high enough to make ground spotting difficult, and low enough to stay out of controlled airspace. ::

:: On her bike, she sets her pilot on a set route that winds in an out of the 1 mile territory she is watching, allowing herself to concentrate on what input her network is providing her. ::

Specialist Ryan Dunn lay supine on the folding cot in the cramped one-room apartment. Racked neatly in the center of the room, a portable liquid cooling system fighting to keep its waste heat to within fifteen degrees cee of ambient, were the dozen modules of the team's surveillance and data recording host. Gossamer thin cables snaked away from various ports on the central interface module, connecting to cameras, laser and shotgun microphones, seismic sensors, chemical detection units, flat plate multihead radar mounts. Dunn, himself, was connected to the machine by a pair of the cables, the virtual interface suspended in his mind as he monitored the target site. Littered around the apartment were smaller piles of plastic food wrappers and disposable takeout containers from more than a dozen different fast food chains. The other two team members, Specialists Brandon Smith and Carl Kraeger, moved quietly through the room. The silence was not so much a consideration to their teammate as it was a standard operating procedure.

A flicker at the edge of the sensor grid's detection threshold caught Dunn's attention for a moment. Opening a separate window to review the event, he watched the current readings with a critical eye. When several minutes passed without a repeat of the reading he shutdown the window and went back to the more mundane data collection. A moment later his instruments flickered again. In this kind of business, two times was enemy action. Reaching out, he brought the team's tactical frequencies live.

"Hey, I'm getting some anomalous readings here. Look sharp."

Smith straightened in his chair, glancing over at the cot where Dunn lay. The action was incongruous only in that the apartment remained silent save for the soft sussurrus of the liquid cooling system and the enervating sixty hertz hum of the equipment itself.

"What kind of anomalous readings?"

Before Dunn could answer, an eight millimeter hole appeared in the window, tiny cracks spiderwebbing away from it. A red mist hung in the air behind Smith's head, and the wall behind him was starred with crimson and gray streamers. Kraeger dove to the floor, his HK submachinegun already in his hands. Dunn, who's sensors caught the supersonic passage of the bullet only too late, rolled off the cot. Beneath it was his shotgun and a pair of grenades. He pulled the pins on both, heedless of their proximity. Immediately, both cylinders began to spray dense clouds of gray smoke.

"I've got the stairs covered, move." Kraeger's voice sounded calm over the radio, and Dunn scrambled up on his knees. Keeping low, he darted forwards, heedless of the trash in his path. Something else crashed through the window behind him. Dunn yanked the door open and fired a load of buckshot into the hallway in the same motion. Not waiting to see what effect his round had, he plunged into the darkened corridor. Kraeger was right behind him, tapping him on the shoulder as he exited in the opposite direction. Dunn turned to follow, keeping watch behind them as they headed towards the stairs at a dead sprint.

"Watch-HHRRK!" Kraeger's transmission cut-off mid-syllable, and Dunn skidded to a halt at the corner. A jumpsuited figure knelt over the body of his teammate, the bulk of a tac-vest obscuring its sex. The long blade held in its hands glistened in the semi-light, though. Dunn pivoted back around the corner. Gray smoke from the apartment was beginning to fill the hallway, but it could not obscure the gunman kneeling braced against the doorway. The assault rifle in his hands snarled out a long burst. Dunn's vision went white, then red, then black.

Solstice stepped out of the elevator and into the hallway. The dark stain on the floor left little to the imagination, even if the body had been removed. He glanced up as Kairen appeared around the corner, her blade tucked behind her arm.

"Report."

"We neutralized all three operatives. Minimal collateral exposure. We've recovered almost eighty five percent of their surveillance data, we got to the host and were able to stop its self-initialization procedure before too much was erased. Clean up is in progress."

"Excellent."

Pravati looks deep into the eyes of the bartender using what knowledge she had in psychology to read him and his actions...
as she shifts her weight as to show him she is not one to back down...
and in her strong Hindi accent tanted with Irish as well

[/I]Nothing I do I consider slumming it, Mate. But thank you, for taking an intrest[/I]


She thinks to herself, god i love places like this....helps reinforce being alive....

she then smiles at him and swallows her drink... I'll take a shot of your strongest

The bartender raises his eyebrows at the bravado, but shrugs his shoulders before pouring another glass.

"Your funeral, I suppose."

Ivan mount's his hog, ready for the action. A biker bar eh? I should fit right in with this chromed beast. He follows Gabriels pick-up out the door and keeps about 100 feet behind the truck as they move out.

Clay dismantles his temporary office with practiced ease. Shortly thereafter the whole mess is neatly compacted into a pair of 1m x 0.4m x 0.4m ceraplas crates which Clay produces from the trunk of the Americar.

Stowing the boxes in the trunk the large man proceeds to wedge himself into the driver's seat of the Americar before pulling away from the warehouse at a leisurely pace.

"Five to one, I'm en route. I'll contact again once I'm at the destination."

***

Some minutes later the charcoal grey Americar pulls up in front of Jayk's and Clay dislodges himself from the vehicle. Glancing down the row of chrome laden bikes Clay shakes his head. Dressed in business casual like this I'm going to stick out like a sore thumb he thinks before exchanging the longcoat for a battered leather bomber jacket out of the backseat. Somewhat mollified by the change in dress Clay gives a familiar, noncommittal shrug to no one in particular and moves his way into the bar.

On entering Clay immediately makes his way towards an unoccupied table with a good view of a trid showing tonight's game. Flagging down one of the wait staff he orders a pint of whatever is local, cold and doesn't taste like motor oil before turning his attention to the trid. Slouching back in the chair he subvocalizes into the concealed mic "Five here, I've arrived at the destination. One of your contacts is at the bar. You can't miss em. I'm not seeing the second, might not be here yet."

"One to Five. Excellent. Keep good watch on the situation there. Make sure there's no unwanted company. The inside team should be there soon."

Finishing off her bug sweep with indeterminable results, Cosmo sighs softly and glances at her sportster. It didn't match her new outfit at all, of course, and that sort of thing would definitely draw notice in the barrens. Still, she slipped into the car and drove out of the building, climbing out to carefully close the place up before continuing about 150 meters behind Ivan and his bike.

"Two, I'm going to have to park a couple of blocks away and walk in. ETA is still five to eight minutes early. For anyone else with parking concerns, I know just the place."

Ivan follows behind Cosmo's car as discreetly as he can. When she parks, he parks.

All right, so it was a little out of their way and six blocks instead of two but the dilapidated alleyway was well worth it. She'd used this place before as well, twice, because the narrow entrance was barely visible from the road (garbage, lots of garbage) and the top of the passage was partially covered by the remains of a crumbled roof.

Checking to be certain that no one followed, she slipped into the alley, parked beneath the portion of the roof that was still upright, and pulled a black tarp from the backseat of her car. Grinning, Cosmo pulled on her gloves and grabbed the backpack that was beside her before she stepped from the vehicle. She threw the tarp over the sleek Mitsubishi and rapidly adjusted its folds so that nothing showed and when she was secure in that knowledge, she activated the security system and stepped back onto the street.

With a broad smile, she arched an eyebrow at Ivan.

"You don't have to park here if you don't want to, Comrade. Your bike will put all the others to shame a few blocks from here...."

"If you get into trouble, call, Ivan will be there like a bullet. Da?" When Cosmo nods he flares the throttle and turns the bike back onto the street.

He cut the engine and coasted the monster into a parking lane. The big chromed beast indeed put smaller bikes to shame. Ivan shifted his weight, bringing his right leg over the bike. With one massive finger he pushed the brim of his Stetson up an inch. He turned his head and waited for Cosmo to appear.

Cosmo opened her mouth and looked like she was about to say something though it would seem that she thought better of it, smiled, and winked.

"Da."

With a bit of a laugh she started on her way looking for all the world like she'd lived on these streets all her life.

"Two, I'm on my way. Five minutes at most. How are things inside?"

Pravati slowly turns as she watches as a guy walks in standing out of the crowd...

Must be part of the group she thinks to herself....

She slowly stands and turns to walk toward the table that he picked to occupy. Watching around her, and making eye contact with him....


May I sit down, names Pravati she says in a claim peacful manner.


she sits with grace and looks deep in his eye and watches he body movments as to determ hes mentality and capability.

A bemused grin crosses Clays face as Pravati walks up I need to leave recon work to the pros he thinks to himself.

Clay motions to the free chairs around the table "By all means sit and be welcome. Pravati you said?" Offering his hand in greeting he continues "Clay Ryteson, a pleasure to meet you." Glancing at the barkeeps concoction Pravati carries Clay winces and points to the drink "Umm, you may want to reconsider that. The stuff tastes like he brews it out back in an old bathtub. I've seen regulars get sick off that sludge."

Moments later the familiar grin returns to Clay's face "But enough about your choice of beverage, were you meeting someone here tonight? Most of the locals come for the cheap synth or for the company and quite frankly I can't see you being overly interested in either of those."

Pravati Looks at him with a slight smile... I like taking risks and drinks the drink in her hand... with out a change in her facal expresion...

Well, looking around I would take it that you are here for the same reason I am and I guess we will wait for that moment to happen

setting the glass down and crossing her legs she looks at him inquiztivly

Clay shakes his head as he ponders what's likely to happen when the drink hits her system but decides to drop the subject.

"Well ma'am I'm just here to catch the game with a few friends. But I'm sure they'd be just overjoyed if you'd stick around and perhaps talk shop once it's over? I expect they'll be here shortly if you don't mind waiting a bit."

Having said that Clay does a visual sweep of the bar as if looking for someone. Apparently not findind what he was looking for he shrugs. "Like I was saying, they'll be a few."

Cosmo sighed and rounded the last corner, a slow smile creeping across her face as she spied Ivan's chopper in the midst of so many less than par street machines. She stepped inside, still a couple of minutes early, and glanced around again for anyone that seemed out of place aside from Clay, Gabriel, and Ivan.

Gabriel sticks with Ivan, doing his best to avoid being obvious about it. He separates a bit, picking a spot against the wall where he can see Ivan, Clay, and Cosmo. He has been quiet for a bit, with no indication as to why.

Ivan lowers his Stetson covered head as he enters the bar. His massive arms barely squeezing past the door frame. He scans the room briefly trying to scan for threats. Seeing to many to catalogue he just does his best to let the whole room know that he is with Cosmo.

Pravati leans back in the chair... crosses her long legs and folds her arm....

I can enjoy a good game, and I have no problem sticking around and talking shop... she says with a smirk...

She looks around quietly, to make she her surroundings are still controlable for her.

Cosmo waited for what seemed like an age .. chastising herself again for not investing in one of those internal-clock-thingies. Glancing at her watch and seeing that only 42 seconds remained before the scheduled 'interview,' she shifted her posture slightly (indicating that she was, in fact, with the imposing troll just a little ways away) and announced softly into her transciever.

"Two, switching to secondary channel for the meet, follow me if you like."

She started forward, deftly pulling the spare micro-transciever from her pocket and concealing it in her gloved hand until she brushed past the table shared by Clay and Pravati. The tiny device was dropped into the other woman's lap with a carefully concealed flick of her wrist (Cosmo was counting on being observed .. although she was counting just as much that no one was watching her hands) though otherwise she seemed to pay no heed to the two of them.

After quick round of the diner and a few familiar winks to some of the 'regulars,' Cosmo grins at Ivan and makes her way to a small table far enough away from the other pair to escape any obvious link between them. She slides her synthleather-clad frame into a booth that grants her a good view of the well-dressed woman, raises her hand for a waitress, and winks broadly at Gabriel, her voice low and soft over the transciever as she welcomes this newest (potential) member of their little group.

"Hello, Ms Pravati."

Parvati looks at her and smiles Hello, now that you know what to call me. What am I to call you?

Cosmo inclined her head towards the other woman before turning to Ivan again, grinning broadly as she speaks softly into her microphone.

"Turner works for now, until we can get to know you a little better, of course. Filling us in with regards to your abilities would be a good start to that."

Kicking back and crossing her ankles over the seat beside her troll friend, she was feeling rather proud of herself this evening. A nice, casual meet happened so seldom in her career, there was no point in not savoring the moment.

Parvati leans forward and rests one elbow on the table as she shifts her legs and crosses them.... and replys in a nice low tone "Understood, I am what some would call covert... You tell me what you want done and I will as asked to the best of my abilities."

Misha yawned and blinked in the semi-darkness. Slowly, so as not to wake the woman sleeping next to him, he swung his legs out of bed and rubbed his eyes.

"Good evening, Misha." A low voice spoke from the corner of the bedroom. The young Russian looked up in surprise, his hand groping for the pistol beneath his pillow.

"What the – "

Damascus stepped forward from the shadows, holding a finger to his lips. He didn’t seem concerned by the heavy pistol Misha held centered on his chest.

"Shhh. Keep your voice down."

"You’ve got three seconds to get the frag outta here before things get ugly," snarled Misha. "One."

"A week ago you received a phone call from this individual. Tell me where I can find him." Damascus held out a plastic flimsy with his left hand, imprinted with a grainy black and white surveillance image.

"Two."

The weapon flickered in the dim light as Damascus moved, falling to the bedroom floor with a dull thud. Misha stared at his open hand in amazement, the strike coming too quickly for there to be immediate pain.

"Now. Look at the picture."

"Mother…frag…I think you broke my hand." Misha cradled his injured arm. A cold, vicious smile answered him.

"I can do worse." Damascus drew his knife from its sheath along the flat of his back and flicked his hand towards the woman still sleeping on the far side of the bed. Misha’s face paled, and he glanced towards the picture for the first time. Confusion replaced the fear on his face.

"What are you asking about him for?"

"You don’t really want the answer to that question. Just tell me where to find him."

Misha shrugged. "Sorry, can’t help you. He doesn’t tell me anything about his whereabouts."

Damascus frowned, tapping the his finger against the flat of the knifeblade in thought. After a moment, he straightened and smiled at Misha.

"Well, that may be true, but I need to know for sure. So here’s what’s going to happen. First, I’m going to break your arms and legs so you can’t run away. Then I’m going to cut your eyes out. Then I’m going to go to work on your woman. When I’m done with her, I’ll know whether or not you’re telling the truth."

"You’re insane." Misha glanced about for a weapon of some sort, backing away from the killer in front of him.

"Better men than you have been wrong on that count. But enough, let’s get started. I’ve got a dinner date after this that I don’t want to be late for." Damascus slid forward with the relentless energy of an avalanche.

"Wait! Wait! I’ll tell you what I know!" Misha held out his left hand, back against the wall. Damascus paused, expectant.

"I…don’t know where he is, exactly. But it was a local call that he made! He said he was working on some business in town. That’s all I know, I swear!"

The silence seemed to stretch for hours before the knife disappeared from view. Damascus nodded.

"Very well, I believe you. If he does happen to contact you, I trust you won’t mention our little conversation. Have a pleasant evening." The shadows of the room seemed to grow darker, reaching out to envelope the two men. By the time Misha thought to turn on the bedside lamp, the room was empty.

Outside, Damascus walked to his car, turning up the collar on his coat against the light rain. Glancing back over his shoulder at the apartment building, he waited for his phone to finish dialing. The voice that answered was sweet and throaty. It brought a smile to his face.

"Hey, it’s me. Want to get dinner? Good. I’ll pick you up in twenty minutes."

Ivan ordered some drinks for the two of them nothing alcoholic, but something full of flavor. He could tell form Cosmo's body language that things were going well, he himself was eager to get on with things. He always hated the planning and preparing stage. He much preferred the execution stage.

Parvati looks over at the other member at the table...."and you?" looking Clay in his eyes..

:: Blitz can feel her skin crawling. She felt too exposed out here. She had changed her MO considerably from what Nikaido was familiar with, but that did little to message her anxiety. They had been here too long and getting ready to leave was taking even longer. Breaking her pattern of route, she guns her engine slightly to ease her tension. ::

"Two, Five. We don't have time for an idle chat. Find out if she's up for an out of town gig. Offer 5k to hear the deal on an out of town gig. If she asks where, tell her Vladivostock. If she agrees, let's take her back to the warehouse to give the scoop."

"Everyone else, make sure we're ready to go. I want to leave the moment I can get us transporation."

:: She pulls the bike into a Stuffer Shack and head inside to buy a cell phone. She leaves her helmet on during the transaction despite the looks she's given. Then, she remounts her bike and heads towards a public parking garage and pulls into a quiet corner to make a phone call. ::

"One to team. Going off comms a second. Three has command."

:: Facing the wall, she makes sure this corner lacks any surveillance before removing her helmet. After a moment to activate the phone, she places a call to Fury. ::

"Blitz here. Any chance we can get a cargo flight out of here in the next 24 hours. We'll need to take 2 vehicles, and standard gear. 7 passengers. Destination will be halfway across the continent, maybe north, maybe south. That's undetermined as of yet."

Cosmo blinks once and shrugs slightly, her features taking on a slightly injured (though understanding) expression.

"Covert? I'm sure you'll have plenty of opportunities to elaborate, Ms Parvati, should you decide to add your talents to our group. I've been authorized to offer you 5 thousand to hear our case .. elsewhere, of course. The work will require some travel, if that affects your decision at all."

Taking a moment for a deep breath and a sip from her drink, she continues.

"Should you decide to accept our proposition, the gentleman across from you will be able to assist you to the new meeting location, and two of our more able men will see you safely there. I wish you .. all of you .. the best of luck."

Rising slowly, and offering a kind smile to Ivan, Gabriel, Clay, and [b]Parvati[b] before she sets her drink aside and leaves the diner without a backwards glance.

Parvatinods in agreement, "Yes, I am up for travel I have all i need in my car, so I guess we take our leave now." with that she rises to her feet and waits for clay to lead her way.

Meeting Parvati's gaze Clay gives just a hint of a smile "I take it this means you'll be joining us for a time?"

After receiving confirmation Clay walks Pravati out to his well travelled Americar. Once inside he states simply "As for me, I'm here for moral support" before turning on some loud music to drown out his laughter and then driving off.

Clay then turns the normally short trip into a half hour drive as he ensures that no one outside of the team is following the motorcade.

Arriving at the warehouse Clay pulls the Americar into a spot by one of the loading bay doors and leads Parvati inside. "Sorry about the sparse interior, we were just in the process of getting ready to move. Our fearless leader should be here shortly."

As if on cue Clay waves to Blitz as she walks through the door.

Parvati turns to look at Blitz, in a humble maner she nods her head to say hello.

In the dimness of her office, Fury stares at the woman on the incoming call. Briefly, she accesses information off screen, not even filling the silence with a verbal hold cue.

"Cargo transport with no destination on a short notice is going to cost you. At least 15K based on the info you've given so far. More if you're taking more vehicles or a lot of luggage. Give me an hour to see what I can arrange."

Breaking the call, she opens up additional virtual windows on her workstation, information shuttling across them. After a moment, she glances across the desk to Mazakeen. Her bodyguard sat motionless, but Fury had the distinct impression that a thin cloud of ethereal fire crawled across her skin, billowing the cloak and cowl she wore as if by an unfelt wind. The effect never ceased to amaze her.

"Find Benedict, get down to the airstrip. Make sure nothing happens to this flight. Counter-surveillance, especially with the other forces we have snooping around."

Mazakeen nodded, rising and disappearing from the room. Fury turned back to her terminal, opening up another commcall.

"Sandoval? It's me. Let me run a scenario by you and tell me what you think...."

:: As Blitz pulls into the garage on her highly tuned machine, she looks over the assembled crew and nods. ::

"Ok. We have an hour to be ready to move. We need to take a minimum of gear, the van and my bike will be coming. Any other transportation we will need will have to be acquired when we land. I need to know the weight of everyone's gear to arrange our flight. Cosmo had something come up that will keep her from joining us. I believe Pravati will need to fill her shoes"

:: Blitz looks over at Pravati and raises a single eyebrow. Blitz might be considered pretty if she put any attention to her attire, but her long brown hair is worn unstyled and slightly wavey from being shoved in a motorcycle helmet for the past hour. She wears no makeup and no tattoos, yet her face has a hardness that is only achieved through a lifetime of hardwon survival. ::

"We're going to need someone adept at making contacts in new city. How good are you at the Face role?"

'Da," Ivan said, putting on his 'all biz' face. He went to work breaking things down and making a list of his gear.

"I need to drop bike off at storage, and then just take what I have on me, plus extra ammo. Call it three hundred and fifty kilos."

Parvati looks at Blitz and with a smerk on her face as she thinks of the perverse comments she could say but rephrases and in her Irish accent to say

"It is not my forte, but I can deal with people as needed...so, yes, I will do my best at feeling that role. Even though I prefer doing things covert."

as she thinks to herself, Thank goddess Kali, I understand Psychology. and being a 6'2 elf of my decent my come in my favor as well.

The well dressed elf in her high heels that was also of Idian decent stood there with one hand on her hip as it was cocked to the side wondering [I]What she might have gotten herself into and how bad it was going to get. Was it going to be like Germany all over again...where there corporations involed... and was Kali watching over her as she had in the past. [I]

:: Blitz nods to Ivan, then to Pravati. ::

"I guess that will have to do."

:: She claps her hands together and looks over her shoulder at her van. The rear doors open and a small ramp decends. Her motorcycle starts up and moves of it's own accord into the rear of the van and parks itself in the middle of the main open space. ::

"Ok. Let's get everything packed into the vehicles. Anything we are taking on the plane needs to be stored in the van. Everything else, pack up in Clay and Ivan's cars. We'll leave it in storage until we return. Pravati...I notice you don't have any gear with you...will you need to get anything, or do you travel light?"

HardBitten breaks the connection he used to warn Cosmo, diving away into the harsh electronic surf of the Matrix. His speed was born of urgency and fear. Whoever had established the information trawl on her had the kind of professional skills that gave him pause, and the resources which made his skin crawl. What was worse is how close they were.

Run, girl, run!

Parvati looks at her and responds
"all of my stiff is in my car that i need and that is at the first palce where I meet this man. If you can get me there I can get back here with no problem, as the same way as he brought me."

:: Blitz looks at Clay. ::

"Mind running her back there?"

"No worries at all B. We might as well head over now while you people are sorting things out here. As for me I'm travelling light, I've got a 1.5m x 0.75m x 0.75m crate. I don't imagine it weighs much over 80 kilos."

Having said that Clay walks over to the trunk of his car and removes a solid looking metal case. Marked clearly on the side in stenciled block letters is the phrase Handle With Care. "Probably best if it doesn't get jarred around too much though. The contents don't react well to being dropped."

After securing the case in the back of Blitz's van Clay drives off with Pravati to pick up her things.

Parvati looks around as she steps out of Clay's car and into hers to look at what is around her and starts to drive back the way they had gotten there taking her time to make sure nothing is out of place and following her... When she gets back to where she meet Blitz she gets in her trunk and puts on what she can to not incumber herself and conceals it with her great coat and then pulls out 2 duffle bags... she walks up to put her gear with the rest...

"Ok, I am ready and have all I should need, I like to be prepared." she says with a smile on her face...

:: Turning to Ivan as she watches the breakdown of the facility. ::

"Can you give Ayuda a call and let him know plans have changed. Find out how quickly he can get back here. If he can't make it before our departure time, tell him to stand by and we'll contact him with our destination."

"Da," Ivan replies.

He opens his cell phone and carefully dials tha last number for Ayuda.

"Tovarich, Mom is sick, can you come home now?"