--✖-- Mission Tanha --✖-- Semi-lit+ --✖-- PRIVATE --✖--

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After making her comment, Lidia had taken another sip of her second cup of coffee, before turning and pulling the car door open, stepping aside when Bentley made the motion of heading inside. She waited, before following after, plopping down in the other window seat that wasn't in the back, leaning back and tucking her legs in so the others could pour into the car. Sighing softly, she set the book she had brought down with her in her lap, staring out of the window, watching as the others made their way to the car. She had heard Tallulah's response to what she had said about Bentley, but chose to ignore it and not respond. Actually, she was somewhat surprised that the male assassin hadn't whirled on her and snapped. 

The blonde haired girl waited somewhat patiently for the others to arrive so they could arrive, leaning her head against her propped up elbow, her eyes drifting shut. She still had about half of her coffee left, so she opened her eyes enough so she could see and not spill the liquid all over herself as she took a sip. Lidia was trying to keep her mind from jumping from one topic to another, and was doing a pretty well job of it, finally. Now I can focus.

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The girl had attempted to read a little bit of her book, though, she of course failed miserably. After a while, she had just shut the cover, staring down at it, running her fingers along the edges of it, while taking sips of coffee here and there. By the time they reached the air strip, her cup of coffee was done. Breakfast. Really should eat something proper for breakfast. A chocolate chip granola bar and two cups of coffee doesn't cut it. she thought, along the way.

Finally, the car slowed to a stop and she heard one of the doors popping open, and her eyes lifted to look out of the window to see that they had arrived. She popped open her own door, stretching slightly, before heading up the stairs and into the plane. The girl froze as she took in the interior of the plane. So much white. Geeze, they couldn't have dark brown or black? Now she would have to be extra careful about not spilling a single drop or crumb. 

The female assassin walked by the others, tossing her book on the seat she would claim, after she found the trash can. She found it eventually and chucked her travel coffee cup in, making her way back to the group, plopping down in the seat that she had tossed her book in. 

(( I changed Lidia's outfit ^_^ I have so many plaid shirts for her xD this ones not plaid though o3o ))


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{ tally } - { eighteen } - { single / no crush } - { BlackStar } - { extraction, distraction & disguise }

Whilst she was waiting for an answer Tallulah drained the rest of her drink and then threw the cardboard travel mug into the nearby bin. She ran a hand through her hair and then crossed her arms, watching Bentley. When he turned and looked her over, following the shape of her body and pausing at several places, a smirk formed on her face. She looked at Lidia whilst he looked over her, answering her question with a bit of dryness hanging on her words. "Perhaps he was just trying to prove himself...six year old boys can be such drama queens." He had finished looking at everything besides her face and know he met her eyes, Tallulah raised her eyebrows slightly in response. As if she was inquiring after his verdict. No words passed his lips though and so none passed hers.

The cars then arrived and, a few steps behind Bentley, she walked up to them, stepping into the same one as he and sitting herself one seat behind the boy and opposite him. She lent into the leather seat, tilting her head back slightly on the head rest and looking at the ceiling as she waited for the others to climb on. When the cars started to move - all agents on board she guessed - the girl looked out of the window, watching as they drove the one or so mile to the airport. Her eyes travelling over the scenery that flashed by, the cars not adhering to any normal motorway speed limit because they weren't on the motorway.

Soon the airstrip came into view and almost as soon as the car stopped,Tally climbed out, not waiting for the others. The private jet had steps leading up to it and Tallulah climbed then, reaching the top and looking over her should once before ducking her head and stepping into the lush interior. Bentley arrived behind her and she stepped out of the way, watching as he sat down and kicked his shoes off. "Make yourself at home," She muttered sarcastically under her breath, smiling slightly. Although, in a way, this was their home. Everything at the academy was; it was where they lived, how they lived; in all meanings of the word, their life - really. Tally herself walked past the seats, jogging up the stairs and having a look around. The bedrooms were simple but classy and the girl felt like throwing herself onto one of the beds and just sleeping. Yet she was on a mission.

Much slower, she made her way down stairs, dropping into a seat by the window and crossing her legs. She'd wait until they'd planned their mission and then snatch a few hours rest. This seat was different to the armchairs, still padded but skinnier and in all affects and office chair. Just without a desk. Tallulah kicked the floor and span, smirking at herself. It was slow and she stopped it after four turns, setting her feet down properly to bring it to a halt. Facing the rest of the jet the other agents had yet to arrive but they would in a second or two. Pushing herself up from the seat Tallulah crossed to one of the arm chairs and sat down, recrossing her legs. It wasn't likely that she would find the office chair comfortable for longer than ten minutes and anyway, they'd have to discuss their plans. Scuffing the floor with her feet her eyes watched the carpet texture as it darkened and lightened, pushed one way by the soles and then another. So easy to control. Tallulah shut her eyes, blocking out the image.

{ tagged: lidia, markov, bentley & gabrielle }

[Noel]

Skye Briht •
Tanha | Seventeen | Stealth/Evasion/Removal

"Dress is mine then." Skye answered cheerily, craning his neck to see if it was halfway decent without getting up. "I hate heels. I swapped clothes with a girl two mission before this, and Tanha was bitch enough to give them. I nearly killed someone, tripping while holding a knife. I'll just cut the heel of if they did this time..." Skye pondered for a moment, before returning to subject with a small laugh. "Hopefully neither of us will need to dance? We could end up destroying the place." He stopped talking when Tom started, leaning back against his chair.

Skye tried to listen to the other boy, he really did. But his gaze wandered off as the kid -who hadn't offered a name and would henceforth be 'that kid'- gave reasons for them to be chosen for the mission. Admittedly what he caught of it made enough sense, but he didn't care to be lectured on guesses. Knowing why Tanha had chosen three non-fighting-specialists for the mission wouldn't help them survive it, and that was a bit more important. "So they don't want us to be noticed? How the hell are we supposed to protect the document then? Blackstar might find it a bit suspicious if 'squalid lanky teens' suddenly know about the document and are attempting to protect it." He broke off again when that kid called his suggestion 'actually not a bad idea', both curious and mildly offended. That kid seemed to think he was the only one who could actually think.

"Feel free to do everything like you're suggesting, I'm not complaining." Was all Skye bothered to reply with, giving a yawn afterwards. As that kid clenched his eyes shut, panic clear in his movements before burying his head in his knees, Skye merely raised an eyebrow. He knew the signs of a crippling phobia -his own of water had similar results- and decided not to bother him about it. Unless he started puking near them, in which case he was being thrown in a corner. When that kid got up, Skye assumed it was for something along those lines, and didn't bother to keep watching him.

"Hopefully not too long." Skye answered distractedly, more focused on if he could make a discrete attempt at moving his chair further away from Alex, attempting just that. It was only at her comment about that kid that he twisted his neck around to see him looking ready to die. He cussed, but didn't get up. "Don't like flying? Jumping out will feel much worse, I recommend not doing it."

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☢ ☠ Thomas James Ribowski

So far, it seemed he was the one pitching ideas and proposing solutions, with the ounce of input from Skye, and yet they seemed annoyed at his resolution to not get them killed. They don't want to participate, sit back, and then accuse me of taking lead? "If my ideas are so bad, go ahead and suggest something," he muttered sarcastically. Too late, he realized it was about something more, and he froze, wondering what was wrong. Suddenly, he realised what it was; Skye and Alex hat provided names, but they hadn't seemed to catch on to his. "Thomas. Thomas Ribowski," he muttered. "I work with circuits, tech in general, stealth and I do recon occasionally."

"Jesus, if you're suicidal then at least wait until Skye and I are out so we don't die, either. Be considerate for f-cks sake."


His outstrecthed fingers hovered, caressing the red handle, frozen on the spot by the remark, and Thomas gulped, nodding four times, clenching his other fist and closing the repetetive circle he held as a habit from a few moments before. "Yes," he said hastily, shaking his head from left to right, trying to clear it from the panicked haze that had filled it - and still hovered - moments ago. "Excuse me." He turned on his heel and moved silently back to the seat, sitting down, his muscles screaming in outrage at having to be clamped down once again.

"Don't like flying? Jumping out will feel much worse, I recommend not doing it."

Thomas was about to explain when he was interrupted mid-thought. A nervous smile cracked his features, and he nodded twice, clenching his fists in a similar fashion to before. He looked to both faces and clenched his jaw. The girl was fuming, her eyebrows knotted together to form lines above her nose and the boy looked bored, mildly irritated. They trivially conversed about their wear for the night, and Tom frowned.

Tom near let out a groan of annoyance - both at the prospect of coordinating this convo and the plane tilting to a side to turn to another direction. He began swearing softly, alternating between English, Russian and even German. It was at a moment similar to this that the plane's engines had fizzed out, and the swooping deathly descent had begun. Minutes later, they had smashed into the ground. Somehow, he had miraculously survived.

"Yes. They don't want us to be noticed," he muttered between clenched teeth and eyes. "If you want to go and ask a Yank on a dance, feel free to do so. I want to live longer than eighteen years." He gulped loudly, crossing his arms against his chest to provide some sort of comfort, some relief from the situation. "BlackStar isn't meant to know we are there, they won't know 'squalid lanky teens' are protecting the document." His speech was becoming choppy, loosing it's fluidity and coherence. He wondered if he'd get the message along and if they'd be patient enough to try to understand him. "What I meant by hiding Piotr and stealing the document being a good idea is that we can effectively succeed in this mission without the hassle I predict you would expect; fighting and shooting, the works." He gasped, gulping for air as the plane levelled out and bumped about, hitting an unexpected patch of turbulence.

An idea popped into his head. "What if we provide an impostor?" He paused, thinking it through. "For both document and Piotr?" He looked at them both, and they seemed to look at him irkedly.

I really want to get him kidnapped and mutilated somehow eue

[Artesian]

John Markov

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On/Off the Job

Nineteen: Male
Blackstar: Medical
On base
With: Bentley, Lidia, Gabrielle, & Tallulah

John oversaw the loading of his supplies by a couple of the flight crew, fussing around like a rich lady with a pet poodle in a crate on an air-plane. Tightening straps, locking drawers, filling the pockets of his jacket with what he couldn't afford to lose track of, the boy was a highly localized and self-centred whirlwind of nervous activity. His nerves thrummed like cello strings.

Finishing up to his satisfaction and waving his assistants off with a quiet thank you, he leaned against the side of the stack of compartments and let out a deep breath, looking around him with surprise. This wasn't what he was used to. A cargo jet, perhaps? A tag-a-long like a handbag along with a more experienced doctor? The private jet was opulent, really. Multiple levels, armchairs, couches, thick carpets... a far cry from the cold metal interior of the last plane he'd been on. Why, if he was to guess, they wouldn't even have to parachute down, or do a drop and run like that time in Kuwait.

He could feel himself starting to relax, the tension draining out of him. He pinched his arm, and surreptitiously racked his fingers down it in an attempt to keep his levels of adrenaline and pain-damping hormones high. It didn't work; he knew it wasn't real. They were perfectly safe, and he knew it. He let out a deep breath, and heard the sound of his nerves fade into silence.

Smiling, he walked up from his position by his cabinet of supplies and leaned his back against the middle of the couch and made a friendly wave at whoever was watching. "Hey, you're Bentley, right? Sorry about all -" he waved his finger around his temple in a spiral, "this." He grinned, trying to reassure people of his harmlessness. "It's good to meet you, I'm Mark." He offered one of his hands to the teen, sideways over the back of the couch. "So, how are we going to go about this? In a way in which I don't have to patch you up afterwards?"

[[My apologies if this is confusing to read. John is On the Job, Mark is Off the Job. When Mark gets stressed, he turns into John. Also, pleeease keep giving him the crazy-person get-away vibe. He may grow on your characters, after he saves their life once or twice. ]]

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Gabrielle impatiently waited for the elevator doors to open, knowing that if she couldn't get out of the silence soon, she would begin the slow and somewhat excruciating process commonly referred to as "hashtag awkward" by those on the internet site she had been informed was "www.twitter.com". Oh, how she longed to have a normal life some days, but at the price of this awkwardness? Gabrielle knew she could pass. Perhaps being an assassin was a virtue at times, because of how she never went through that 'awakward teenage phase'. She was always overwhelmed with training, exerscize, and learning how to become a developed and professional killer/kidnapper/whatever BlackStar needed. Teenager phases never happened to the brunette.

It was a silent relief when the bell dinged and the five of them stepped out. Gabrielle made sure that she stood as far away from Doctor John Markov as possible, because he had freaked her out by asking for measurements of the circumference of her wrists, neck, and various other things. Who asked for that? A creep? That was the only vibe that she got from him. And her strategy was to stay away. Far, far away. How else do you avoid someone who is that weird? Pretend to be their best friend in every aspect of your life, and include them on the most intimate activities, like practicing, and showering? No, you avoid them. But she had better get used to his ever-looming presence, because she was stuck going on a mission with the eccentric man. It wouldn't be exactly easy for her, but there could be worse.

She stole a glance at Tallulah, trying as hard as she could not to shoot her a quick warning. From what she had heard, Bentley could be a real pain in your rear when you insulted/made him the butt of the joke/talked/looked at him in any form. At least, that was the word that was floating around the assassin's quarters. She hadn't personally talked to him other than maybe once or twice in the past few years. Not that it bothered her; Bentley and Gabrielle usually had a go at each other whenever they met accidentally or intentionally.

But that is besides the point; she sat in the car, leaned as far away from the other assassins as possible, looking out the window next to her. It was easy to get lost in your own thoughts, and for an assassin with a mind as conflicted as hers, it was nearly impossible to keep out of the thoughts that tended to swirl around your head. But as she noticed the pages road slowly getting wider and wider as they went, Gabry jerked her mind from her thoughts. 'Keep I together, Ford,' she hissed to herself. Her head needed to be screwed on right, and clear for this upcoming mission that was going to be extremely dangerous. It would require all her skills.

And if her head wasn't in the game, she would doom BlackStar.

It wasn't long before she was on the plane, and sitting down, waiting for Bentley to announce the plan. "Well, big man on Campus. What's the plan?"


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✖ { ｔ ａ ｇ ｇ ｅ ｄ ; Lidia Vanderbilt, Bentley Layton, Tallulah Grey, John Markov } ✖

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[Smamm]

((It's funny how everyone has just assumed Bentley to be leading. xD Though, this is probably a good idea... This will help prevent some of the issues we ran into last time, having someone else in charge. xD Also, I appologize for how horrid this post is... You can tell when I don't have muse...))

i'm a nightmare, a disaster
t h a t s w h a t t h e y a l w a y s s a i d: i m a l o s t c a u s e, n o t a h e r o
but i'll make it on my own

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Finally it seemed everyone had boarded the jet. By the sound of things, Lidia had taken a seat in one of those armchairs, and was keeping silent as usual. The rest of the crew wasn't as reluctant to speak, however. He listened as footsteps approached, followed by the voice of Tallulah throwing out an attempt at yet another jab. The boy adjusted his hat so that his eyes peeked out from under the material and at the girl. A smirk had formed on his lips as his dark blue orbs rolled in delight. "I plan on it," Bentley responded, adjusting himself deeper into the couch. 'That girl needs some happiness straight from the bottle... Needs to loosen up...' the assassin added to himself, his smirk only growing. Now that he thought of it, he could go for a little alcohol in his system as well; it'd at least allow him to sleep well.

His craving thoughts were interrupted by the weirdo who liked to be called Doctor. Bent didn't have much experience with the guy, but he'd heard this John Markov was no joking matter. In a sense, the boy saw himself in his new Squad partner; dark, damaged beyond repair. As Markov began apologizing, Mr. Layton sat up and fixed his hat so he could properly see around the jet. He had been right about Lidia; she was tucked back in the corner, sitting in one of the armchairs. Tallulah had also taken a seat by a nearby window, and the women's activist had just ventured onboard. Directing his attention back to the medical specialist, Bentley waved off his apology with a shrug of his shoulders. "You're all screwed up in the head. Nothing we can do about that now," he muttered to himself, just loud enough that those nearest too him were probably able to hear.

Based on all the questions being thrown his way, Bent was able to figure they should all just sit down and discuss the plans now, and that they had put him in charge. Being so used to being on his own, the hand to hand specialist already had a plan in mind; and being put in control certainly sat well with him. The teen sluggishly stood off the couch, making his way past Markov and his outstretched hand. It was nothing personal. Being a hand to hand specialist, he wasn't one for handshakes; any contact that could be avoided was avoided in the sense of self preservation. He started for the armchairs, motioning for Markov and Ford to follow. Someone would have to sit on the floor, as there were only four armchairs; but that wasn't his problem. By the time he took a seat, the jet was preparing for take-off. Before long they were in the air passing by fluffy white puffballs, watching as the ground disappeared from view.

"So, we all need to discuss a plan..." Bentley started, finally piecing together all the loose ends of his mental plan; all he needed now was for the computer to send them the mansion layout and any other things she needed to hand over. "We're going to need to split up into groups; one going after the document, the other after Pitor. Since we have two hand to hand specialists, Gabry and myself will lead each group. I'm thinking of putting Gabry with Tallulah, and you two can search out the document. Lidia, you'll go with me, and we'll be in charge of scoping out and taking out Pitor. As for you, Markov, being a medical specialist, there really isn't much place for you here unless someone manages to screw up. I'm thinking of leaving you in charge of communications; do you think you'd be able to do that?" Everyone's placement would surely work to their advantage, Markov was the only catch. Other than first aid, he surely had other training; just how well he succeeded in such was what Bentley couldn't place. Hopefully communications wouldn't be such a difficult task; all he had to do was keep an eye on everyone, and make sure things went according to plan. He'd have to catch any deviations in their plan of action (as far as a guard or something of the sort coming along when not expected) as well, which would mostly pertain to Gabry and Tallulah. Those two were going to have the most difficult task; seeking out whoever held the document, and then being able to seize it. Bentley and Lidia's job would be a bit easier; they just needed to track down Pitor and kill him.

Bentley's near navy eyes glanced from one face to the next, waiting for feedback or any argument. [b]"We need to wait for the layout of the mansion before we can form a plan of action. For the time being we don't know where the document is being held, but we will soon enough..."[/b] the boy added, slouching back in his chair.

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tagged: Tallulah // John // Gabry
location: jet
outfit: click here

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[[ wip ^_^ ]]

[Noel]

(Fiasco, I'm stealing your format of quoting other people. -^- )

Skye Briht •
Tanha | Seventeen | Stealth/Evasion/Removal

"If my ideas are so bad, go ahead and suggest something."

"Hey now, I didn't say they were bad. But sure thing." Skye answered, tone cheery. "We have a few hours headstart on Blackstar, don't we? Considering how much closer we started from, we better. Let's just get the document out of there entirely. Send it back on the plane before Blackstar even shows up. If whoever has it -Pitor, other grumpy old man, whoever- doesn't want us to, we can just steal it and send it off. Our chances of success at that are far better then holding off Blackstar from it."

After his brief suggestion, Skye leaned back and was quiet until Thomas' apparently suicidal thoughts made an appearance. While he didn't get up -Thomas was on the opposite side of the girl, no way he was going over there unless he had to- Skye's pressed his feet against the floor and his grip tightened on the edge of the chair, ready to jump up and tackle the kid away from the emergency door if needed. Luckily, that kid seemed to calm, even if he still looked to be panicking. Figuring that pointing it out would not change anything, Skye returned to debating the intelligence of Tanha's plan to send them in.

"Pitor, if he's anything like every other bothersome middle aged man, will be parading around this party. It'll be a tiny bit hard to protect him if we hide away. Just a bit." Sarcasm done, Skye turned back towards the actual issue of planning. For once, he had an idea or two along the lines of 'save our skins'. "Yes, imposters sounds great. Thankfully the document is inanimate and we shouldn't have to much trouble replacing it. However, bothersome old men are generally problematic. If we can, we should send Pitor away with the document and replace him with someone else less important. If he insists on staying, then our lives aren't worth his. We can't defend him against Blackstar fighting specialists."

Giving a yawn, Skye finally got up and paced to the other end of the room -the one on the opposite end of the Alex- to poke through the clothes. Fishing out the pants and shirt that had been for him, he tossed them to Alex, before picking up the dress and judging it to fit. "Okay, anyone else have some other ideas?"

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{ tally } - { eighteen } - { single / no crush } - { BlackStar } - { extraction, distraction & disguise }

Tallulah smiled at his response, amused at how laid back he was. Sitting on the arm chair she kicked her own shoes off and brought her feet up under her, slightly curling up on the seat. The other agents had arrived now and the brunette smirked at the conference between Bentley and Markov, looking at the latter curiously before looking back at the floor. She wasn't interested in being caught staring. When the others were seated she looked up again, smirking still as they fired most of their questions at Bentley. He seemed to be the one chosen to give orders. Not bothered by this, Tallulah settled back more into the arm chair, waiting for him to respond. Her questions were pretty much the same as the others, no point adding another to the mix.

Whilst they were waiting for him to reply they had lifted into the air and Tallulah hadn't even noticed. She was glad she hadn't had to feel her ears pop because although she didn't mind flying, that sensation was one she would gladly skip. Looking away from the sky visible through the window, the brunette looked back at Bentley who was speaking again. She'd be working with Gabrielle. She shot the girl a quick look and then returned back to watching Bentley. When he mentioned taking out Piotr a crease formed between her eyebrows. Thinking back to the mission room she drew the words of the computer into her head. Your goal is to retrieve the document and return it to me. There is a party Piotr is hosting tomorrow night, which with the time difference will be a few hours off from your arrival. She didn't remember the computer mentioning actually killing Piotr.

It wasn't that the girl minded him being killed but unless they had to or had been ordered to as part of their mission, surely it would be best for them to steal the document and then just get the hell outta there? If they didn't kill him, yes, he'd be able to notify someone that the document had been stolen but if they did kill him his absence would surely be noticed much sooner than that of the document. And if Piotr died and someone found him before they got out of there, they wouldn't have a huge chance of getting out - with or without the document. As she was thinking about it she hadn't heard the rest of Bentley' plan but she hadn't heard him say her name so she assumed she had just missed out on him giving some more orders to whoever was left over. Maybe killing him is just taking an extra precaution... Tally wondered, but is it more of a hazard then a precaution? Either way she knew that they had to get the UMBRA document and that was her task; she decided to just focus on that.

It was unlikely, after all, that them killing Piotr would comprise her and Gabrielle's half of the mission. Tallulah did however, have another question. "What about getting in?" She shrugged, glancing round at the four others. "Computer said there'd be formal wear for us which I guess means we'll be having fake identities. Which means, most likely, we'll be walking right through the front door. But alone? In a pair? I don't think it'd be the best thing if we all five walked in at the same time. Some subtlety is going to be needed. And what about Markov? If he's doing communications...it's not going to be best if he goes inside at all." Her thumb jerked slightly at Markov as she mentioned him, her words directed to the whole group as her eyes drifted over them in turn. "I know we need the plans for when we're inside but what about actually getting in through the door?" Tallulah finished, eyes landing on Bentley as she did so. Everyone else was treating him as leader and he had a good plan of action, she was going to do so too.

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this post is weird...i don't know if it made sense, and i think maybe it was just missed out that they had to kill piotr in the briefing but i don't know... she doesn't actually say anything about it so you can just ignore it. and i hope that what she says makes sense... ohmygosh, i just hate this post >.< }}