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This is the first logged mission by the SHILDS

Major Nevski sits across from Commander Torin sipping on his chai tea while reviewing the file with an occasional mutter about the rescheduling. He casually reaches into his pocket and loads his his pipe with the tobacco from his leather pouch. He comments casually, "I suppose this is fairly normal, Madame Commander?"

Torin looks up from her final review and cocks an eyebrow, "What is? Rescheduling? It happens at times, mostly because marks never want to be polite enough to make their lives convenient to us."

Major Nevski chuckles ruefully as he finishes loading the pipe and puts it away then looks back up to her saying "A shame, I reckon. Perhaps we should send them a castigating letter of rebuke for their impertinence, Ma'am? I reckon the reaction would be amusing at the least."

Torin smirks in amusement, "Oh yes, they would be absolutely guilt stricken surely. Now then, you have about five minutes until it is time. Are you prepared?"

Major Nevski effects a sagely nod as he replies, "Yes indeed I am. I will play the role of a typical ruffian and relieve him of all his pocket goods to include the target. I have a stun pistol in case he is prepared for such. Sound good, ma'am?"

Torin nods in agreement, "That should be fine but remember, do not be recognized. You do not want them to be able to know who you are or who you work for."

Major Nevski grins widely and replies, to her concern,"What self respecting ruffian fails to wear some sort of concealment of identity, ma'am? Naturally I will strive to engage him from behind per standard lowlife techniques to further minimize the chance of recognition as well, Madam Commander."

"Very good, then proceed as I do believe your date awaits." Torin notes with dry amusement.

In a nearby park are two men, one wiry framed and twitchy, seeming to watch everything and the other a big muscular man who seems more intent on his PDA then anything else. Neither speaks and the both seem less then thrilled to be where they are.

Major Nevski nods taking a long drink from his tea before setting down and rising to his feet to salute her properly. "By your leave, Madame Commander." He then turns on heel to head to the door, taking a subtle inventory of his possessions to ensure what he has on his person on the way out and indeed confirming them. He heads casually to the park keeping an eye out for his target.

Major Nevski spots them and begins working his way to behind them, not doing anything different from what he had been doing since stepping out of the cafe. His hands are in his pockets where he palms a cap and sunglasses, donning them and pulling the cap down low to ensure that he is not recognized. It is a simple cap bearing the logo of the local rugby team. Once he is within a couple moments walking distance he turns to survey his surroundings in final preparation as well as to reduce any immediate suspicion without regard to whether he has been detected.

The two men pause briefly and look in a certain direction. Oh what is this? It seems that there might be others about but the good Major can see that there are two others, noticeable by their apparent unenjoyment of the evening in a lovely park with birds and flowers, and oh yes one just sneezed. These fine folks are also dressed in bland clothing that shows no taste. These two keep their eyes moving for anything that could be out of the ordinary around their charges. Pyotr might also note the ice cream stand nearby that might be of use. Major Nevski steps on over to the ice cream stand, deciding to observe the group for a couple minutes casually in the event that at least one of them should depart to use the bathroom or something. He orders a vanilla and chocolate swirl and immediately returns to where he was as he proceeds to briefly enjoying the afternoon, mentally plotting how to go about this escapade while noting the positions of the others in his vicinity and keeping his face low to minimize his profile, muttering to himself in martian about how bright it is today.

One of the two guards sneezes again, what is this? Some muttering I think on allergies, the other scowls at him and sighs before pulling the man over to a nearby drug store, talking into his cuff as he does, the thin mark nods and gets twitchier.

Major Nevski grabs his mark around the neck in a modified sleeper hold, shoving his icecream into his face and spinning him towards his body guard as well, taking care not to do serious harm as he does. He sharply commands the body guard to get on the ground in martian, not caring that he probably cannot understand him, but he emphasizes the point by gesturing at the ground with his head while lightly pulling up on the mark's head menacingly. He notes with secret glee that the man has nothing in hand to argue the point.

The Schmuck twists out of the sleeper hold and begins to move back reaching into his jacket as he does so, the guard decides that this is a good time to attack the attacker and tries to punch the good Major.

Major Nevski attempts to defend against the other man's punch and counter with a grapple on him in turn to defend against what he suspects is going to follow from his mark by taking him as a shield.

Major Nevski successfully blocked the punch but embarrassingly fumbled on his grab attempt. He is starting to get frustrated at this entire affair and begins considering the fact that only the mark was explicitly required to survive.

The mark does look about to pull a weapon until he realizes that this will cause a scene and, oh look, the park is empty. Out comes the pistol. "Get on the ground." He says clearly in unaccented speech, "I think you will be coming with us. We do not track with thieves." The guard reaches down to try and pull Pyotr up, and attempts to remove his disguise.

Major Nevski understands fully that failure is not an option here and is wearing armor underneath his clothing. He rushes the man to try to knock him to the ground and overpower him understanding that only he actually has a gun out at this point.

The Schuck watches in bemused amusement as Pyotr rushes past him looking rather distracted at that. He indicates the guard should go get the good Major and stands covering Pyotr. This is a Schmuck who doesn't want to get his hands dirty.

Major Nevski is cross at this point, and turns to try to deflect the oncoming attacker once again. He moves to try to sidestep then shove him back at the schmuck wondering how much longer his bad luck would last this evening.

The guard dodges the attack and moves to punch this dude out. The Schmuck seems to think this is free entertainment.

Major Nevski is thwarted yet again and knocked back by the rushing attacker and prays that his commander isn't off somewhere watching him make a fool of himself. He moves to defend this next punch by brushing aside the fist with a raised elbow, which would translate yet again into an attempted redirect at the schmuck.

Poor Major Nevski gets a good punch to the shoulder, yay for being tall. The guard gets to punch armor and mutters a curse. Schmuck is less then impressed by that but figures that his guard can be whipped later. Once done with happy curses the Guard attempts to kick Pyotr's legs from under him.

Major Nevski attempts to drop down to a knee as he perceives the man attempting to sweep him. He mutters a small prayer to his goddess to try to amend his ill fortune this evening, in martian as per his ruse.

Major Nevski follows up this by trying to snatch his leg and bring him around towards the schmuck to capitalize on his hopeful break.

And the Guard is down firing randomly as he is pulled into the Schmuck who cannot defend. The Schmuck fires his pistol in surprise and thankfully for the guard, he just makes it out of the way. The Scmuck tries to pull the guard off of him and out of the way, anger now in his face he aims at Pyotr.

Major Nevski attempts to rush headlong at the schmuck, his Marine training superior to the intimidation of corporate yuppie with a gun especially with his armor present beneath his clothing.

The good Major is shot in the shoulder and the Schmuck dodges to the side. The guard meanwhile rushes at Pyotr.

Major Nevski takes the shot with a grunt and turns to meet the guard's rush without skipping a beat by catching him then he would try to finish this by bringing his elbow down on the back of his head for the annoyance he gave him.

And the guard is OUT for the count. Beaned on the head with an elbow. The Schmuck is not pleased at all by now and makes a move to aim and shoot at Pyotr once more.

Major Nevski turns to swing at at the man if for no other purpose than to put a stop to getting shot for a moment while trying to ignore the pain of his injuries.

Dodging out of Pyotr's way, the Schmuck decides to just try and punch the good Major.

Major Nevski tries to do his old fashioned block and counter gritting his teeth as he takes up a low boxing stance, thankful that nothing important had been hit as yet.

Major Nevski successfully blocks his attack and throws a hard left uppercut targetting his jaw that misses once again, surprise surprise fighing keanu reeves.

And Schmuck dodges that one, he goes to kick at Pyotr for being an irrition.

Major Nevski tries for the block that will translate into a leg breaker if successful as he drops forward with his superior size.

Major Nevski successfully defends by stepping into the kick and grabs at the offered leg while dropping forward into a forward crouch at the same time intending to hyperextend his hamstrings, a forced instruction in contortion.

And ouch for poor Schmuck, his leg is quite painfully pummeled he is too busy rolling around in agony to do much at the moment.

Major Nevski smirks at the man's agony while proceeding to rifle through his pockets and relieve him of all his present worldly possessions. Just for spite, he removes his clothing as well in the process as he finishes going through individual pockets.

Trying to get away and call for help is the poor Schmuck, oh look here are the other two who went to the drug store. Seeing the goings on the begin running towards Pyotr and Schmuck. Pyotr finds, some credits, a wallet, 3 disks, and a picture of a Demarian trying to look sexy.

Major Nevski tries to run away rather than get mixed up in another scrap. He gambles on his head start in the process of this, taking up everything he had retrieved in the process and mildly cursing and applauding his arrogance all at once.

Pyoter gets away as the other two were too far away to make good. They stop by the guy and seem to begin making calls. Seems their eyes are following Pyotr for as long as possible. Meanwhile at the cafe, Torin has long since died laughing (silently cause she does have an image to maintain) and sits watching the whole thing on a tablet while drinking tea.

Major Nevski eventually rounds a corner and pockets the items while ducking in a walkway between a couple of businesses. He removes his cover and his jacket and proceeds walking towards the cafe where he had absolutely no doubt he would be thoroughly humiliated for his performance.

Torin sits at the table, tablet long since put away and waits.

Major Nevski steps in and proceeds to fingering the holes in his shirt, a nonchalant expression on his face as he sets all of the man's worldly possessions on the table before her."Certainly not my best performance, Ma'am, but I trust he is sufficiently embarrassed presently."

Torin eyes the good Major for a long moment. "Hmmmm, that was an interesting mission you had there Major. I didn't realize that stripping him was part of the mission statement. Emotion should be kept out of missions and next time try not to steal delegate's clothing hmmm?" a smile is trying to tug itself upon her lips as she waves and a nameless someone takes the items except for the disks. "They will be found with no DNA marking them somewhere to be found easily and the credits will go to some orphanage."

Major Nevski smirks widely as he replies. "I was under the impression that embarrassment was the point of the excersise, my apologies Madame Commander. Pleasure to see that some good came of it. Rolling in the dirt with corporate lackeys and getting shot was not at the top of my itenerary for the evening, Madame Commander, is there anything else to tend to?

Torin chuckles and nods, "Yes, your wounds should be seen to. I don't think Zachary is available at the moment but do see about getting yourself to stop bleeding. And well done Major. Next time I think we should get you some backup."

Major Nevski chuckles somewhat as he replies to her, "I appreciate the consideration. Royal Marine training is improv not subterfuge, Madame Commander. Was a novel experience that I do not mind repeating albeit with more success in the future. Good evening, Ma'am." He then salutes her and steps out.