The Unit RP - OOC

[GomerFox]

Stick up the ass new people...If she wanted to play dominance games, fine.

He stood languidly, then his body language shifted.

His loose, casual demeanor shed as smoothly as he would take off a sport coat. His rumpled suit looked as serious as a military uniform, his Italian dress shows seeming as professional as combat boots.

He walked over to her, looking her straight in the eye. He stopped, then said softly, "I asked if you were the stone killer, the tech geek, then honey trap or the administrative assistant. This is a new unit, and for some reason, the people who put togther these off the books units always run with the same starting cast. I was trying to be friendly, because it seems we are going to be working toghter and I don't see a reason to have unnecessary tension. I prefer we are all friendly, but friendly isn't going to suit you, I can go with formal just fine, thank you."

He reached into his jacket pocket, pulled out a pack of Sobieski Jan III brand smokes, lit one with a Black & Gold S.T. Dupont Lighter, and took a long drag off it.

He snapped the lighter shut, put it back in his pocket, and said "Don't have such a stick up up your ass. Sit. Take a load off and go with the flow. We're gonna be hip deep in shit soon enough that we won't need any extra bullshit floating around."

He walked back to the couch, sat down and at once, he was a businessman in a slept in suit again, nothing more. He grabbed his now finished paper cup half filled with coffee and tapped ash into it, watching CNN.

He said without looking at her, "You gonna grab a seat, just stand their, or tell the guards you want out before the fun really starts?"

 

[CaramelLuv]

Cassi humphed and moved to grab a danish. At least they had strawberry and cheese, her favorite. Pouring herself some coffee she sniffed it lightly before letting out a groan. "I bet it's the chicory root swill they serve in bad motels. Oy..." She let out a muffled curse in Greek before she put some sugar and non-dairy creamer. Gods how she hated that shit. Something about non-dairy creamer made her stomach turn, but it was better than black coffee. No matter how much time she spent in the Middle East and Mediterranean regions she could never stomach black coffee, though she pretended to the best of her ability when working with assets.

"Rather than asking me what part of the team I am, you could have started with the simple courtesies... like hello and your name. I'm Cassi. And by process of elimination, I am neither technologically inclined, nor am I a killer... unless I need to kill to live, generally. And I'm certainly no one's glorified secretary. I'm a... communications analyst, I guess you could say."

She moved to take a seat, crossing her legs under her long skirt as she took a bite of her danish. "You're right... this is good," she said once she swallowed.

 

[GomerFox]

"Rather than asking me what part of the team I am, you could have started with the simple courtesies... like hello and your name. I'm Cassi. And by process of elimination, I am neither technologically inclined, nor am I a killer... unless I need to kill to live, generally. And I'm certainly no one's glorified secretary. I'm a... communications analyst, I guess you could say."

She moved to take a seat, crossing her legs under her long skirt as she took a bite of her danish. "You're right... this is good," she said once she swallowed.

He flicked more ash into the cold coffee. That was all it was actually good for.

He waved a his pack of cogs in her direction, and she shook her head slightly. He shrugged. Polish smokes sucked compared to American, but he developed a taste...well, tolerance, for them. Hazards of working overseas where most things sucked.

He lit another off the burning embers of the last one, put the but into the cup of quasi-coffee, leaned back and said "I'm Vince. I solve problems."

He stretched, grabbed the last remaining bite of his danish, ate it, then said "Nice place they have for us here..." in a tone of voice which clearly conveyed he thought it wasn't.

He sized her up.

"So. You're company?" asking if she was CIA.

 

[CaramelLuv]

She watched him smoke, then shrugged as he remarked on the surroundings. "Eh, I've seen worse, but this is pretty bad. I like to think of it as a test. How much boredom and bad coffee we can stand."

She gave a half-smile, and then finished her danish. At his question she smirked lightly. "I'm working on it. I'm hoping this assignment leads me there. Seeing as I really don't know what I'm doing here or why I'm here, I guess it remains to be seen."

She sat back and sipped at her coffee with a grimace. "Ugh.. First thing I am doing when I leave this building is getting a decent cup of coffee... or some black currant tea if I can manage it." She had developed a taste for it growing up. It had been her father's favorite tea and it was something they shared together whenever she went back home to Baltimore.

 

[GomerFox]

CNN flashed a breaking news story, a very large bomb had gone off in Tehran.

A Sunni group had taken credit for the blast, claiming it was revenge for the Iranian government's repression of their people...the usual stuff.

His phone range. He answered, "Wasn't me. Do you see Mahmoud Ahmadinejad's corpse on CNN? Thank you...Yes, Mr. Vice President, I understand. Nothing like 2004 again. Unless I'm left hanging like - "

The fury coming out of the phone was uninteligable, but scathing.

Vince hung up.

The phone rang again. "Pryvet?", then he sat up, and said "Yes, Mr. President. Understood. Yes sir."

He looked at the TV again. Then at Cassi.

"Can I give you some advice?" He asked. She nodded. "Don't hang up on the Vice President of the United States. For some reason it gets him mad..."

The phone rang again. He picked up "Yes?"

He listened for 30 seconds, then said "Yes, Sen, I mean Mr. Vice President. I understand, but for the record, if you don't want me to do what I do, don't make that mistake again. I didn't appreciate my vacation...yes, I know that was the previous administration and you have an election coming up. I just don't care. Further, this conversation is pointless, as I had nothing to do with it. Are we finished with your tirade? Can I go back to work now?"

The phone went dead. The V.P. hung up on him.

He looked at the phone, and muttered "I didn't vote for you."

He looked at Cassi and said "It wasn't my fault. We've reported in. We're waiting for shit to happen. I'm gonna shower, then find food. Interested in joining me?"

 

[CaramelLuv]

She watched his end of the show with a stunned silence,raising an eyebrow and trying to hide a smile by drinking her swill. As unflappable as the man was, or made himself out to be, he did have to follow orders just like the rest of them.

At his invitation she raised both eyebrows and smirked. "To which? The shower or dinner?" It wasn't like he was bad-looking, though the wrinkles in the slept-in suit and the dark puffs of fatigue around his eyes did detract from his appearance a little. But then, that was to be expected.

"I don't know about you, but I'm not sure what this place has to offer or where this place really is. I thought I saw Vermont license plates, but then I think there were New York, Maine, and New Hampshire license plates on other cars I passed. Not to mention... where are we going to be staying? Does East Nowhere have a place for us or are we staying in barracks?"

 

[renfield013]

"If there's food, I'm in," Tyler piped up as he passed through the doors. "I'm famished."

Tyler had just flown in from an AOB somewhere in the Middle East, where his commanding officer fought tooth and nail to retain him. Their unit had been in the midst of training a SpecOps team for one of those newly "liberated" countries and he'd been the one to design the program. In the end, a sealed letter from "someone higher up" made him a free man.

A fourteen hour flight from the AOB that saw him pass through Istanbul, then New York, and here he was.

In-flight food was bad as always, and he was eager for a real meal.

He parked his small luggage in a corner of the room. Drawn by the smell of coffee, he drew himself a cup, took a sip, and grimaced at the horrible taste. He poured in a packet of hot cocoa he'd swiped from the plane. Better.

"Tyler Sasaki," he said, raising the cup to the two who'd been in the room ahead of him. "Pleased to meet you." His name was enough information about him, for now.

 

[GomerFox]

Vince was about to say "Both" when the new guy walked in.

The new guy got himself coffee...no. Smarter than either of them, he brought something to make it taste better.

He shook his head, laughed slightly, and said, "Tyler. You are the smartest person in the room. I'm Vince."

He pointed the water cooler, bunks and the head, grabbed his bags and ducked into a room.

 

[CaramelLuv]

"Cassiopeia Temakis... just call me Cassi. Nice to meet you." She said with a smile as she made her way to her bag. She looked at Vince as he left, the question still in her eyes and then shrugged. Oh well. "So what do you do, Tyler? Since we established earlier that one of us has to be some kind of team archetype. I don't know what I'd do since I'm a language junkie, but they called me in. What's you expertise?"

 

[renfield013]

OOC: Where's the TS?

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Tyler stared at Vince over mocha-scented steam as the man disappeared somewhere else, and then at Cassi, appraisingly. She was probably in intel or recon, the way she was built and knowing her thing for languages. Of course, knowing what you're paid to do and what you actually can were different things entirely, so he decided to dig a bit deeper into her.

"Language junkie, huh?" he said, after taking a sip from his drink. "We could have used a cunning linguist on our last op. Anti malum arabi?"

"Anyway," Tyler continued as he dug a another cocoa packet out of his pocket. "I am... was... I mean..." He tossed the cocoa packet out to Cassi, deliberately a bit short on the distance. "...in combat service support."

 

[CaramelLuv]

She raised an eyebrow and pursed her lips. "Aiwa.I also speak Greek, English, Spanish, French, Italian, and Farsi. I'm working on Mandarin and German, but the characters in Mandarin are difficult for me to grasp, and German is such an abrupt language to me after the romancel languages." She watched as his cocoa packet fell short of her feet and she gave him a smirk, standing up slowly and keeping her gaze on him, bent over to pick up the cocoa packet slowly, before holding it out to him. "I'm not much of a chocolate drinker, but thank you all the same."

She glanced over at the rooms that Vince had gone through and shook her head. "Man... I was hoping for better accomodations."

 

[renfield013]

"Mmm. Impressive," Tyler said after another sip of his mocha mix. He was talking about Cassi's range of languages, of course, but it would've fit his estimation of her curves as well. He'd surreptitiously eyed her rear as she bent over to pick up the cocoa packet. Despite being on the slim side, the girl had a good bit of meat on her.

And, she passed the Gideon test too, so even if she was just a desk jockey, she had a good head on her.

She glanced over at the rooms that Vince had gone through and shook her head. "Man... I was hoping for better accommodations."

"Yeah," Tyler said with a shrug. Finishing the last of his cup, he wiped his palms against his jeans and glanced around. "Hopefully when we start pulling our weight around here, we get upgraded: penthouse suite at l'hôtel BFE." Tyler snickered.

"So, have you guys made a tour of the location? Is this..." Tyler waved at the bread and coffee. "...all the kitchen we have? 'Cause if it is, the landlord an' me'll have a pretty long talk."

Tyler stepped up beside Cassi. "Wanna have a look-see of the place?"

 

[CaramelLuv]

Cassi shrugged. "We actually arrived not that long ago. Poor Vince looked like he slept in his clothes. I was afforded the chance to change on the jet." She motioned for him to grab a room, hearing the water in the head and shrugged. "Might as well look around. Want to wait for him, though? He did suggest food, and though my danish was good, I could use something that screams American cuisine... like... a cheeseburger or something. Turkey is a nice place, and the food is interesting, but a Greek in Turkey is like being a vegetarian at a Southern barbecue. Uncomfortable."

 

[GomerFox]

Vince walked into his room, took off his jacket and began to stripped down.

He took into the bathroom his H&K P30L, his shoes and a small shoulder bag with his G.O.D.S. kit.

Get Outa Dodge Soonest bag. A blowout kit for gunshot wounds, money, some 1/2 gram gold bars, a really good fake ID & credit cards (actually, the ID was real...even if the person was...not. But Canada didn't know that...).

He quickly showered, dried off, collected his kit and got dressed.

He dressed casually. Charcoal grey slacks, a dark blue button down shirt, grey merino wool light sweater over it, and his gold belt.

It was actually a very nice black elephant hide, but inside it was 10 1/2 gram gold bars, and the buckle had a British Sovereign hidden inside it. It was a lovely and efficient way to carry "OH SHIT!!" funds with him.

He put on his holster, did a chamber check of the H&K, then holstered it. He added his pair of spare magazines to his left front pocket in a leather holder made for them, checked his mini lock picking kit in his wallet, and made sure he had the most critical tools of his trade with him.

A pack of chewing gum (Trident was alway good..), his flask of scotch, his lighter, smokes and a swiss army knife.

It's nice when you shower & change. You feel better.

Now, if they could just find them new accomidations and get briefed in on what the fuck they were doing here he'd be less pissed off.

He walked out of his room 4 minutes after he entered it, and said "Let's get outa here."

They all exited the quarters area and went to the parking lot.

Their were delivery vans, various American sedans used in fleet cars, and in the back of the area, a building that gave a very convincing impression of a run down, if very large storage shed for junked vehicles.

They all walked over the the car Vince arrived in, a rented Prius.

"Laugh. Go ahead. It's what they gave me at the Avis..." he said.

They all piled in and headed out. Considering they were just north of Burlington, VT he decided to head out to a Ski Lodge in Stowe, VT.

45 minutes later, they arrived in the area.

They had all made small talk on the way over, and everyone was more relaxed after stopping for wine at the gas station.

Vermont. It's a wonderful state...

Vince had a more satisfied look on his face when they arrived. "This is more like it."

Indeed...It was a resort named Topnotch in Stowe, VT, and dam. It was.

He parked the car, and they all got out.

"Let's find us a steak house, then we can go scam us a room." he said.

 

[CaramelLuv]

Cassi checked her watch as Vince came out. She was just stepping into her own claimed room to drop off her things and grab the small pouch that held her ID and money which was inside her bag. She blinked at his appearance, then at his quickness, then raised an eyebrow and leaned in to him lightly. "Only 4 minutes... does that make you a 2-minute man?" She smirked then moved to head out the door, glad to be outside again.

Glancing at the Prius and raising an eyebrow, she only smiled. "I didn't say anything. I think it's very responsible." She moved swiftly to take the passenger side, and then raised an eyebrow to Tyler as if in challenge, before letting herself in.

When they arrived at the resort she let out a low whistle. "See... this place is nice." She unfolded herself from the seat and grinned as she looked over the location. "Do any of you ski?"

 

[renfield013]

"Certainly better than where I'd recently been," Tyler said as he looked the place over.

At the mention of skiing he raised his hands in surrender. "Sorry, you'll have to break my bones some other way." Which wasn't entirely true --he could ski, but his mind tended to switch to autoptilot when focused on a task for an extended period of time. The same hypnotic dissociation that made him a formidable tracker was the same reason he couldn't ski or drive.

The scent of cooking wafting through the air brought a grin to Tyler's face. "I can, however, smell me a meal. So if the lady and the gentleman don't mind, I'm thinking of just moseying on over to the mess for some chow time."

 

[GomerFox]

They walked into the hotel passing by the front desk into the bar.

It was decorated tastefully with lots of wood, soft lighting and so forth. Vince requested a table for 3, and they were seated promptly in a corner table where they had just some candle light and the moonlight coming in.

Bread, butter, pickled vegtables & ice water with lemon floating in it was promptly placed on the table before them with menus.

The waitress withdrew to let them consider their order and they started on the food.

All was going well...until he walked into the hotel.

He was a young man, in his mid thirties. Blond, blue eyes. Classic northern european looking. He was dressed in casual, if upscale clothing.

He was also on a list of persons of interest for terror activities...And here he was, walking into the lobby of an upscale ski resort in Vermont.

If it was him.

IF.

The bar was much darker than the lobby, so the he couldn't see them in the shadows.

"I hate to spoil the meal people, but do you see who just walked in?" he asked.

Cassi laughed softly, turned her head as fluffed her hair casually.

Tyler just picked up a spoon, polished it and it back on the table.

"If I'm not mistaken, he's Simko Gustav. He's Bosnian. Family is from Germany back in the good old days of WWII & East Germany. Was really young when he went into the family business." He said.

Tyler asked what the family business was.

"Ethnic cleasning."

Vince grabbed the last breadstick as Tyler & Cassi digested what he said.

"He had a war crimes warrant out for him at the age of 20 and true to form, the little shit went into working with the Chechen Rebels who did Beslan. He's a smart, industrious, hard working sort of guy who also happens to be a devoted Muslim, and IF I'm right, which, I may not be, considering he's not supposed to be in the USA...I'd really like to know why he's here..."

The waitress returned, refreshed the table and asked if anyone was ready to order.

Vince said "Yes, I'd like a roast beef wrap, and a plate of fries, onion rings and a coke." The others ordered and the waitress withdrew.

Vince took a sip of his water, set it down and said, "So. Is anyone interested in some after dinner excercise?"

 

[CaramelLuv]

Cassi ordered herself a cheeseburger with fries and a coke, along with some piping hot chicken soup. She looked over at Vince and raised an eyebrow. "I could always use a little exercise. It helps the digestion." She felt the slight thrumming in her fingertips that came from the adrenaline rush. What would they want her to do? If he was a devout anything she really wouldn't be able to appeal to him in a base way, which as the only woman in the group, it really fell on her to do.

"What did you have in mind?"

 

[GomerFox]

Cassi ordered herself a cheeseburger with fries and a coke, along with some piping hot chicken soup. She looked over at Vince and raised an eyebrow. "I could always use a little exercise. It helps the digestion." She felt the slight thrumming in her fingertips that came from the adrenaline rush. What would they want her to do? If he was a devout anything she really wouldn't be able to appeal to him in a base way, which as the only woman in the group, it really fell on her to do.

"What did you have in mind?"

"Right now...I just want to know more. I'm not looking to do anything except gather more information."

He paused.

"Cassi, you scam us a room in the hotel. Tyler..." He started to peal off some bills, then stopped, and gave most of the wad of cash to Tyler. "Go shopping, and get dressed upscale. Get something for Cassi. Something you'd want your girlfriend to wear..."

The food arrived. It was, as the name of the resort, Top Notch.

Gustav, if it was him, finished whatever he was doing in the lobby and walked into the business center on the other side of the lobby and got onto a computer.

"I'm going to go get us a photo then send it off." he said, but just at that moment...

Gustav took the last pull off his can of coke, threw it in the garbage (recycle, asshole) and closed down whatever he was doing. He looked at his watch, nodded and left.

"Or on the other hand, change of plans. Don't eat my onion rings..." With that, he walked out.

He took the long way around the dark room, sufficient to see Litterbug go onto an elevator.

With that, Vince casually walked over to the vending machines, inserted $2 (!!!) for a can of coke, and went to check his facebook.

Well. A facebook profile...

He sat down and internetted for a bit, then disposed of his can of coke in the same garbage can as Gustav, taking Gustav's can, leaving his own. He was careful only to touch the tab on the suspect can, then wrap it in his scarf.

Cashmere wouldn't disrupt a print.

He walked back to the table.

"Now we need a print off the can." he said as he sat down. He motioned to the waitress and she came over.

"Would be be a dear and get me a fedex box, some bubble wrap and a shipping waybill for next day overnight?" Vince said as he slipped her a $50.

"And now...Cassi, scam us a room. Something nice, out in the back by the woods.." He said as he popped the last onion ring in his mouth. Onion ring thieves had apparently struck.

 

[CaramelLuv]

Really when you told her not to do something, she would do it. So she popped a few onion rings on her plate, eating them first before diving into her burger with relish, letting out a soft sigh of contentment. When Vince came back she raised an eyebrow, watching him. Nodding lightly to herself she watched him ask the waitress for a Fed Ex box, then as he turned to her, she grabbed what looked like a small pouch of the table. Now.. which one had she grabbed?

Peering in to see the contents she smiled, then looked over at Vince and held out her hand. "Your credit card." At his questioning look she smirked, and deliberately set a French tone to her words. "I'm going to scam us a room, like you said, ma petite. I just need... how do you say... plausible deniability?" She smirked. "If you do not want zee man to know who we are, then we need to pretend to be some-sing else, no? Say a business man, his body guard, and his... ahem.. French secretary looking for a discreet location?" She winked, as he handed it over. Blowing them a kiss, she stood, smoothed her dress and read the name on the card, before moving away to the front desk, her hips swaying with each step, her head high, but her whole demeanor was one of seduction.

When she approached the lobby and the front desk she glanced over her shoulder provocatively as if she was smiling at her lover, before turning back to the front desk attendant. "Oh, pardon, monsiour. Ahm... my employer is a rather impetuous man and he has decided to stay for a little while as a surprise, and he likes a place that knows the value of discretion if you know what I mean." She gave the young man a knowing glance and smiled sultrily. The man nodded, the red creeping up his neck. "I was wondering if you perhaps had an out of the way cabin or room where he and I could... you know... have some privacy, sil vouz plait? Something that faces the forest where we could look out and feel..." She inhaled sharply through her nose, closing her eyes in a rapturous expression, her fingers playing lightly with the V at the neck of her sweater in an obvious implication of what she meant... "primal..." She breathed out the word and smiled at the younger man, whose adam's apple was bobbing as he swallowed watching her.

The man checked his records and nodded. "Yes, miss, a suite..." his voice was a squeak. He told her the price, and she pretended not to be surprised as she handed over the card. "You are too kind, ma petite chou. I won't forget it. I shall get him to come and sign, though I am his personal assistant... in all ways..." She smiled knowingly again and the young man nodded that it would be fine, whenever it was convenient for her. She smiled, took the room keys, and blew him a kiss before making her way back to the bar and the table, her hips sashaying back and forth offering the young man a view of her backside as she moved. Taking a seat by Vince, she handed him back his card and a key card. "There you go. Easy peasy."

 

[renfield013]

*****

"How about this?" the salesgirl asked, holding up a white, assymetrical evening dress that had black leather accents that wrapped around the hips and the bust.

She began to extol the virtues of the design, but Tyler interrupted. "I'll take all three," he said, pulling out his wallet and handing over a stack of bills.

As as the salesgirl, moved to the cashier to ring up the sale, Tyler pondered on the recent occurrences. Muslim terrorist in the US? And in Vermont, of all places. Was this Gustav the reason why they were here? A check with the Interpol on his smartphone had given a Red Notice hit with "Terrorism" and "Life And Health" offenses.

He returned to Top Notch with shopping bags in hand, intending to drop them off to Cassi to try. He was almost at the reception to ask for a room under her name when Tyler figured that if the girl had any brains to give credit for, she would not have registered under her real name. He also realized, belatedly, that the three of them had not yet established secure commlinks between each other, had not yet synched their time, had not not yet established dead drop locations... We've been mucking about like amateurs, Tyler thought to himself with a roll of the eyes and a shrug.

Tyler made his way back to the bar hoping that either Cassi or Vince would be there...

 

[CaramelLuv]

Cassi looked up as Tyler returned, raising an eyebrow at the bags. Still in keeping with her French persona she let out a small squeal as if thrilled. "Are those for me?" She gave a charming smile to Vince then to Tyler, since Vince was supposed to be her... benefactor, and Tyler the bodyguard. Time to establish credibility...

"Oh, Monsiour is too kind! Je suis dans l'amour avec cet endroit! Merci mon coeur.*" Everything is perfect!" she gushed enthusiastically, giving a glance to Tyler as if in approval of his selections, even though she hadn't seen them yet.


OOC - * I am in love with this place!Thank you my heart.

 

[renfield013]

Oookay, Tyler thought. So they already had a cover set up. That's... good... I think.

"For sir, a world of change," Tyler said as he fished a few bills from his pocket and returned what remained of Vince's handout. "Or maybe a bit less than the world." He chuckled.

He took a seat at the bar so that Cassi was between them. "A Blue Motherfucker," he told the bartender. Tyler downed the highball as soon as it was served, all in one go. Without turning to Vince or Cassi, he asked, under his breath, "I take it the two of you have come up with a plan?"

 

[CaramelLuv]

She shrugged and looked at Tyler, whispering, "I had to think of something!" She ordered a glass of red wine, and then looked over at Tyler again, "I figured that in order for us to secure the most discreet room available, I had to set up the need for discretion. You are officially his man, I'm his personal assistant, and he's... an unknown wealthy businessman." She shrugged. "It's weak, but it's what I could come up with in such a short time."

 

[GomerFox]

While they were shopping, scamming a room and sitting at the bar, Vince sent the can next day Fed-Ex to the NSA with a note in it, then found the security office, quickly picked the piece of shit lock and checked out the computer.

He opened a hotmail email, then cut & paste all the guest names, room charges, long distance phone calls, server logs for the hotel's wi-fi and cable connection, and housekeeping notes into the email.

He sent it to the NSA with a request for them to run the info and get back to him.

When finished, he wiped the cache, then logged onto a website that did computer security & performance enhancement sweeps. It was a website set up by a former NSA employee that still got a fee every now and then, and kept a few "special" cyper tools available for people to log into.

He selected the appropriate one, which overwrote the last 15 minutes of activity so noone would be able to discover what just happened.

He also downloaded an backdoor so he could check the security footage from the resort's cameras remotely from any computer or wireless device.

4G. It's great...

He checked the security camera from his phone before he left the office. Clear.

Leaving, he locked the door and walked down the hallway without encountering anyone.

He made a call.

The voice answered "Code In"

Vince responded with his identifier code and requested the duty officer to run the info in his email ASAP, and to send a basic op-kit next day-priority overnight to the name on his credit card at Topnotch.

In the kit would be:

1 suppressed .22lr pistol (usually a ruger 22/45 with an integral suppressor, but they sometimes included a walther P-22),
100 rounds of subsonic .22lr ammo.
1 Glock 26 (mini 9mm) with barrel fitted for a suppressor with 3 10 round mags,
Inside the Waistband holster
50 rounds of 9mm subsonic hollow point ammo,
9mm suppressor,
3 secure phones,
cell phone jammer,
laser mikecrophone,
night vision goggles,
bugging kit with the proper hardware for it's use,
a laptop for running the bugs and laser mike.

Vince also asked for an additional Glock w/ support gear to be included (he was armed, but wasn't sure if the others were as well, $30,000 in cash and a VT drivers license for himself.

If he needed more firepower, he wanted to be able to buy it retail without any trouble.

One may thing that asking for a bunch of guns, gear and money that fast would generate some resistance...

But with Vince...it was better to process the request and then call accounting later.

The last time people played that game with Vince was '04. Nobody wanted to be the cause of a "Zero-4" incident.

The desk officer told he he'd have the package & a report ont he email by 8 AM, and the can processed ASAP.

He arrived back at the bar.

"I'd like a Auchentoshan three wood, warmed glass and a drop of spring water in it."

The barkeep gave him his drink, then departed.

He cozied up to Cassi, and while getting close with her from behind, he whispered sweet operational updates to her.

She purred. Convincingly.

He & Tyler then took on the appearance of a pair of guys discussing a woman's assets in front of her, but 'privately' and none too politely.

Everyone laughed and appeared to be having a good time...

"So, we'll get a callback from the office & a package sometime around 8 am tomorow. Do we have a room?"