The Unit RP - OOC

[CaramelLuv]

She listened to the sweet words and smiled up at him, nodding as if hanging on to his every word. At his question she motioned pointedly to the cards she had placed in front of him, one of them in a very obvious card sleeve. "Of course, ma chere. Room 510. It is discreet, just like you requested." She said emphasizing discreet and sipped her wine with the air of someone who had just pleased the most important person in her life.

 

[GomerFox]

"Good"

He sipped his drink.

"We should have a package and more intel by 8am tomorow. Till then..." he yawned "I think we should head off to our room and wait. We don't know which name Simko is using here, but I pulled the guest list and sent it off to get checked out."

 

[renfield013]

Tyler shook his head as he watched the Vince and Cassi pretend to flirt.

After Vince updated them on the plan, Tyler signed the keep for one final highball to drink before hopping off the seat and scooping up the shopping bags laid out by their feet.

"If the lady and gent would be so kind as to lead?" he said with a snarky grin.

 

[CaramelLuv]

Cassi finished most of her wine before stepping off the stool and motioning for them to follow. Her hips swayed as she moved to the elevators, swiping her own keycard to access the floor, then letting the elevator close behind them. She glanced around at the corners of the elevator without moving her head unless it was to "look" at her "boss", noting the camera in the upper right. When they arrived at their floor she smiled and moved out of the elevator and down the hall to the last room on the left, swiping the keycard to allow entrance and making her way inside.

The suite was nice, with a mini bar, a sitting area with a couch and two armchairs, a large entertainment center with a 48-inch flat-screen TV, Bose stereo, and a Blu-ray player. The sitting room led to a pair of doors that opened into a master bedroom complete with en-suite bathroom. There was a balcony as well as a large area for sitting or meetings, with an oblong table in mahogany. The colors were rich in burgundy, gold, and dark green around the suite.

 

[renfield013]

Tyler tried to keep from staring as he followed Vince and Cassi to their room. Damn, he thought. You'd think we're on a catwalk the way she's moving.

He whistled as he entered the room. "Swanky," he remarked, dropping the bags off the couch's far end on his way to the balcony, checking for clearances around it. Never know when you'll need a quick exit.

Coming back in, Tyler picked up the TV remote, switched the television on and made the regular channel-check: 2, 7, 13, 14... 50 to 60... Then 66 to 88. Clean. Now the only problem would be if they use laser eavesdroppers.

He considered making a thorough sweep of the room, then laughed, reconsidering. You never outgrow ODB paranoia.

"I'm checking out the minibar. Anybody want anything?"

 

[GomerFox]

Vince looked aroung approvingly.

"Nice"

To Tyler he said "I'll have a double of the most expensive whiskey in the minibar."

He went into a room, stood in front of the mirror and then slowly, carefully, drew his weapon, then dropped the magazine and cleared the chamber.

He set the magazine aside with the spare round next to it, then checked the chamber and reholstered.

He them took 3 steps back and began his dry-fire routine. 50 slow, careful draws to press-out and breaking the shot in which evey movement was done slowly and perfectly, 50 1/2 speed draws with press-out and breaking the shot, then 50 fast draws with a fast trigger press.

Satisfied, he reloaded his weapon and holstered up.

It wasn't as good as shooting would be to keep in practice, but for now, between practice sessions, it will serve.

He took the drink Tyler set out for him and said thanks.

"We have a package coming by 8AM tomorow. Toys and information. Till then, I suggest we get some sleep. I'm going out and getting my overnight bag, then I'll be right back.

Don't shoot me, people..."

He left the room.

His phone rang as he left, and he answered the phone.

It was the the desk operations officer at the NSA.

"Sir, we have a hit on one of the numbers you emailed in. It matches a know contact number for Islamic Emriate of the Caucasus. Echelon got a hit on it and we did a voice match. Signal was short and shitty, but we have a 87.45% hit on Simko Gustav. He's under the name William Brandt. We hadn't processed it till your data came in, they aren't a real threat to the USA and we have other ops we were focused on. "

Vince thanked him, but the duty officer continued...

"We checked the guest list and did a UAV pass. We had one excercising over the Canadian border so we sent it by. You got problems. Major problems. We are emailing the data to you, but the short version is that their are at least 5 people with Gustav that facial recgonition software is going bonkers over. And what's worse, all of them are carrying instrument bags or bag for sports gear."

Covert gun cases. Fuck.

"That's fucked..." He said.

The duty officer agreed, then said "Your package will be their at 8 AM, and we upgraded it with 3 assault kits, suppressed weapons, the works. Till then, keep alert. We don't know if they are at Topnotch for a hit, vacation or whatever, but we want them eliminated, and Simko in cuffs if possible. If not, wack him too. We need to make brownie points with Putin, and he wants that guy."

Vince responded "This is legit?"

The duty officer responded "Yes, signed orders, a finding...you're golden."

Vince said "Great. I'll call in tomorow."

The call disconnected, and he muttered "All I wanted was a fucking steak and a nice room while I waited for an assignment...Now I have to deal with this shit..."

He sighed.

He got to his car, retrieved his overnight bag, then his briefcase.

The briefcase with the MP-5K in it.

It was set up with a short folding stock, single point sling, a micro-red dot sight, and a foregrip. It had a threaded barrel for a suppressor which was also in the bag. It had 3 30 round magazines in the bag too.

He got back to the room, opened the door and saw his team chilling.

He tossed the briefcase to Tyler, who opened it, took out the MP-5K and quickly inspected it.

"Bad news people. We're going to work..." and stared briefing them on the call he recieved.

 

[CaramelLuv]

Cassi sighed softly as she moved to the minibar and grabbed a bottle of very expensive looking water. It wasn't that she didn't drink. She just didnt like drinking anything hard when she might need to be alert.

Sipping the water she watched Vince as he moved outside, smirking as he said not to shoot him. Looking at Tyler she shrugged. "Nice clothes selection, by the way. Thanks. Though... is there anything in there that can be described as casual?" And was there underwear, too? She was a little embarrassed to think that Tyler would have picked out underwear for her... She barely knew him a day, after all....

She looked up as Vince came back in, raising an eyebrow. As she listened her frown grew deeper. Well... fuck. A mission and not even an authorized one at that. The soldier in her balked, but the necessity of the situation warranted having to do it. Besides, weren't they covert ops anyway? It would be a good way to see if they could work together well under duress.

 

[renfield013]

Tyler sat sideways on one of the armchairs nursing a shot of gin, legs up over one of the seat's arm while leaning against the other.

"Mmmyeah," he replied to Cassi's question. "I managed to throw in a few lacy underthings in there. The guy," he jerked his head at the departing Vince. "...did say dress you like my girl. I... uh... hope I got the fit right." He grinned sheepishly.

Vince came back, filling them in on the details he'd just found. The man tossed him a briefcase --it was an MP5-K. Tyler ran the regular series of checks before setting it to the single-fire E position. Never know how every bullet would count in a battlefield. Waste not, want not.

Tyler offered the gun to Cassi with a casual, "Want a looksie?" Vince might want him to have the gun later on, but he still wanted to see how comfortable the girl was with firearms.

 

[CaramelLuv]

Cassi blushedat the idea that Tyler might have gotten her lacy underthings and swallowed hard. She smiled lightly. "I will let you know if you didn't." At the invitation to look at the gun she nodded and moved to take the weapon in hand, weighing it, looking through the viewing piece, studying the hardware with an eye that indicatedshe knew what to look for, befote handing it back. "At least this hardware isnt trying to grab your ass."