The Wren: Semi-lit All Species Assassin RP. Accepting

[Verdana]

The Contents of the Envelope

Each envelope contains the same set of details:

Time: From 2 Pm to 3 Pm
Place: Switzerland, Geneva, The Cafe Venetia, 212 Martczeh Street
Date: 14 September (exactly twelve days from their current day)
Security around targets: Extensive.
Methods required: Optional.

[Derelict Draught]

Malberry takes the offered envelope without a word. His hands automatically undo the seal and his eyes scan it. He offers the contents to Bree. "It says I'm taking you on a date on the 14th." His eyes scan the crowd, Booker should have made his way to them by now. Especially with Shay passing out orders. At least he knew where to start in preparation for the operation.

[Verdana]

Bree//

The young man was wise enough not to make Bree wait any longer than necessary. Bree had a tendency to grow rather unpleasant when she was kept waiting for too long. He examined the paper carefully (hopefully committing it to memory, for it would be destroyed as soon as they had finished looking at it) and then handed it to Bree.

Not, however, before shooting a quick comment.

Bree froze, her fire eyes widening in a look of outrage. Did he just... Had he just... A flush started to spread onto her cheeks. It was not created out of embarrassment. Bree was rarely embarrassed. No, she was on the brink of fury. How dare he! How dare he make such a comment! About her. She took the paper, taking deep breaths, and then noticed that the fourteenth was the date of their job. As uncompromising as Bree was, she was more willing to assume that the male had made a blunder or become confused. Anything but consider the alternative.

The paper became Bree's immediate concern. Switzerland, she noted with interest. A city with very little crime. The police would be sharp. They would have to be sharper. She absorbed what she needed to know, and then closed the folder until the third member of the team, who wasn't there yet, could arrive.

She did not want to speak to the young, impudent man yet. She was still seething. However, they had very little time and Bree was brimming with ideas.

What's springing to mind? she asked carelessly, tapping the envelope against one black-clad leg.

[Derelict Draught]

Malberry raises an eye to the girl, she had seemed so upset until that second. Now she seemed to be pressing on. "Well. I was thinking a lovely meal or two. Make it look like a casual affair while we learn about this lovely facility." He turns his gaze back from the crowd to her. "Who knows. Maybe we can stop in Paris on the way. I hear its lovely all times of year."

[paula polestar]

{Sorry, I had to go check out my school schedule (and get my lunch period, a blunder on their part for forgetting), which took all of fifteen minutes. Then we had to go to the wonderfundle world that is the mall. I hate pants season. =________=}

"What about Switzerland?" Booker asked, somehow making his way past the other bustling assassins. Straightening out his off-white button-down shirt, he peered at the orders from over Bree's should. Furrowing his brows unhappily, he crossed his arms over his chest. "Not the country? Well, that's a shame. I've heard Switzerland is wonderful, many Austrians seem to love it there. But, then again, many German children were boarded there during WW2." Looking from Bree to Stalker, before looking back to Bree again, he realized how dorky that actually sounded. "Well, anyways... Scince we have twelve days to plan this out, what exactly do you think we should do?" he questioned, clapping his hands together.

[111misc]

Castor. . .
Cas walked over to her team, to look at the envelope. Riku opened it carefully, surveying the words with narrowed eyes. Eve looked over his shoulder, though she couldn't help tense slightly. She hated cyborgs. They were everything her species was not, and it peeved her. They had no humantiy, no nature, no earth, in them, which is excactly what made up her. Putting her feelings aside, she read the note. The conents looked good, because of the cafe. "That will be easy to sneak poison into," she said softly to her team, her violet eyes on the slip of paper.

Riku. . .
Rike smiled at the paper, looking forward to the challenge. He hoped his team mates would be fine, but if they werent, he promised himself, he'd pick up the slack. His broad shoulders straightened a little, and he read the note with confidence. When Cas spoke, the cyborg nodded, glad that was the dryad's specialty. "It's public though, so that might be an issue. At least it'll help us blend in, though." He said, shrugging slightly.

[blue_dun]

(um Master Quatre Erica has a c in it not a k just so you know))

((Gotcha . I'll try to remember to spell it the way my cousin does from now on then... C, no K. I was typing nanes by memory, soo... xD It's like you calling Joel by his real name when Shay only called him Cicada.))

Looking up, Joel scanned the room and spotted his two teammates, whispeing between themslves and looking at him. They must be discussing first opinions, which were okay, because he had some of his own himself. Or maybe they were duscussing the subject of how he smokes. That seemed to be a popular subject when people were talking about him. 
But that wasn't relevant at the moment. He forced himself up and strode over to Erica and Chanae, a slight hint of a grin on his lips, but his eyes as searching and criticizing as usual. "Hey." He nodded to both of them. "I'm Joel. I imagine you were wondering who I was, I don't think we've never mey before. Shay over there called me Cicada, and In the field you'd call me that, but that's another matter in itself."

Kasper had all the information he needed. The teams of operatives were leaving on the Fourteenth for Switzerland. He could follow Bree, Stalker, and Booker there and as quickly as he could make his way toward where Ralph was staying. Somehow, he'd slip into the Security Force, and confront his brother head-to head with a warning that there were people out to kill him. That would get Ralph's attention and maybe Kasper could help to get rid of the operative team. He would be killed or kicked out of the Wren, but for Ralph, it was worth it.

[Mystic]

Chanae looked back down to the fine weaponry in her hands, her icy eyes scanning and studying it with wonder. She had never held something so delicate, yet so deadly. She slid it closed, handing it back to Erica with a thankful smile. "Thanks, I've never held a weapon disquised like a fan before" She giggled, her eyes showing awe as she saw its design.
Suddenly a deep voice came from behind her, making her turn around in surprise. It was Joel. "Oh, Hi! I'm Chanae and thats Erica" She gestured to her friend. "Umm, No I don't think we have." She smiled at him politely, her eyes surveying his face. He did seem nice.

[blue_dun]

He nodded again to both of them and glanced curiously at the fan-knife as Chanae handed it back to Miz Erica. "That's cool, but I've always preferred firearms, myself." He took out his Desert Eagle and flipped it around a couple of times before holstering it again. Even with his size, he still needed two hand just to hold the huge pistol. Yet it was perfectly balanced, not like a heavy, awkward sniper rifle. "So, we're supposed to go after that second guy?"

[Mystic]

Chanae nodded, her eyes widening as she remember the envelope in her hands. "Oh, yeah! They handed each team a note about the mission!" She mentally slapped herself on the forehead, her fingers expertly ripping the envelope. She shook out a tiny note hidden in the envelops depths, her finger coming to rest on it as she pulled it out. She read it aloud, her eyes scanning it to try and imprint it on her mind. "Hmm.. Switzerland. Great, I've had some family who lived down there." She handed the letter to Joel, off in her own world as she remembered all the times she had visited Switzerland untill...
No. She wouldn't think of that now.
Her expression turned grim as she suddenly went silent, her eyes frosting over with coldness.