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The cafe is quiet and the servers are moving with quick efficient motions they move to each table seemingly so quickly that the people there didn't realize one was needed until after they arrived. The guard at the door invisible unless someone who does not have authorization enters. Torin herself is sitting at a table with a cup of tea and some paperwork.
The door to the Cafe opens, and the one and only Mister Morden appears into the Cafe. The forced smile on his face, and hands in his pocket, he quickly veers towards Torin's table. He offers a polite nod, "Good evening." He says.
Torin looks up at Mordan and nods, "Good evening, I am glad you are here. I have a job but I need one more." She scans the Cafe but more as though she is expecting someone and doesn't seem surprised to see Pyotr. Crooking a finger in a come hither expression she silently calls him over and indicates two chairs at the table, "Have a seat Mordan."
Nodding to Torin, Morden sits across from his commander. He leans back, crossing his legs. "I trust it is something urgent and important, and something you don't want anyone to hear otherwise we wouldn't be having this discussion here."
Pyotr Nevski steps over as directed and has a seat as the waiter brings his cup of chai latte. He sniffs at it deeply and offers up a quick thanks to Iuno Regina and takes a sip. He cracks his knuckles after setting the cup down and folds his hands as he speaks evenly, "Good evening, Madame Commander. I trust this will be interesting as usual?"
Torin smiles to both, "Why of course, of course. I was thinking a bit of espionage would really cap off the evening. What say you?"
The talk of espionage as now perked the interest of Morden. Nodding intently, listening and smiling, Morden replies. "I believe it would. What did you have in mind?"
Pyotr Nevski chuckles mildly in reply at first, an amused glint on his face. "I have nothing better to do, as you may have suspected Madam Commander."
Torin gives a small innocent grin to Pyotr then nods more seriously and hands a file to each of the men, "Inside you will find particulars of a certain pair, each have a disk we want, they both need to, lose, those disks without them knowing how they did so. I will stay here and direct you remotely. Do not let them know it is you, I don't care how you do it so long as neither dies and neither know who has the dsk. Understood?"
Pyotr Nevski raises his brows in mild surprise and runs a hand through his hair in consideration. He asks quizzically, "Would it be out of line to inquire when I fell under consideration for potential in matters of...delicacy?"
Morden nods, looking at the file. "You take all the fun out of this if no one can die." He muses jokingly, as he reads the file.
Torin grins to Pyotr, "Yup it would. Just know that if you pull this off and do it well that your career might actually mean more then you know. Oh and don't ask questions." she smiles at him sweetly then says, "Any /valid/ questions?" she winks at Mordan, "Oh I know but them being dead makes the game less fun in the long run."
"You take all the fun out of everything, you do know that?" Morden says jokingly again, chuckling. "No questions. We shall not fail, as failure is not acceptable."
Pyotr Nevski chuckles and smirks as he takes the file and studies it momentarily before setting it down to look back to her while shifting tactile preference to his chai latte that he had been neglecting for the past couple moments. "Very well then, since you put it that way. I suppose there is a prearranged ideal location for their apparent misfortune, Madam Commander?" He then takes a sip from his drink.
Torin smirks at Morden, "Well yeah, that is why they pay me the big bucks." To Pyotr she grins, "Read the file man, it is all in there. The frequent a park around here, you should probably do it then as there is always someone going about but enough places to do the deed quietly."
Pyotr Nevski sets his cup down after taking one more sip, then flips open the file and glances through it at the particulars of the assignment while clearing his throat. A mild smirk tugs at his features as he does so and he glances across at her to mention, "Well, seems simple enough, I reckon."
Torin nods more seriously this time, "Just remember, don't get caught, don't kill them, and get the disks. I don't care beyond that. We do not want this coming back to us."
The cafe is not busy, but neither is it deserted. The guard at the door doing a damn good impression of a shadow when not needed and the servers like ghosts with ESP. Pyotr is at Torin's table with a folder, another is sitting by her and she seems to be waiting still for someone as Pyotr reads his folder. The man himself has a chai tea before him, and Torin has a cup of black tea with proper milk and sugar of course. Torin then looks surprised a moment as she is handed a small sheet of paper and nods, "Well it seems I will be heading out to get a disk myself, with partner. This will be fun." Torin says with an excited grin.
Rissa saunters into the cafe, wearing her typical 'uniform'. Of course, her typical uniform doesn't really bear any insignia or other identifying markings. She takes a quick glance around the cafe before striding over to Torin's table. She flicks a bit of hair back over her shoulder and gives a little smirk, "This seat taken?"
Pyotr Nevski smirks and sits back in his seat with a mild air of triumph seeing this new development as he sips on his tea then glances up at his Boss. He looks between the two of them and sets the cup before him and clears his throat. "Well, pleased to this little convention of ours expanding properly."
Torin waves to the chair and holds out a file, "Oh and I am not sure if you have both been briefed or not. This building is the only place we can speak with any freedom about missions. It is impossible to record in here and only those of appropriate clearance can enter. Anywhere else and it is not so secure, including the castle."
Rissa nods and pulls her chair back, slipping into it, "I've received only cursory information thus far. Little more than directions to report here." She picks up the folder and flips it open, "So what is the op? Anything exciting? Someone need 'removal'?"
Pyotr Nevski chuckles sardonically at her initial line of questioning, "Would that that were the case, Madame Commander..." He leaves it at that. He then clams up and goes back to reading the file for himself and drinking his tea in silence.
Torin smirks and shakes her head, "Well exciting maybe but no offing. We need them to stay alive and completely clueless as to who nicked em. We need to get some disks and it seems agent Mordan had to leave for assignment, that leaves his mark to us. This one is harder then HQ initially thought so they are sending us both Rissa. Feel like a sexy tag team?"
Rissa leans forward and purrs low in her throat, "Oh yes.. but do you think you can handle a sexy tag team with moi?" She winks to Torin, then licks her lips, "I can be a bit.. hard to keep up with.." She casts a glance at Pyotr to see his response. Secretly hoping to make him a bit uncomfortable.
Pyotr Nevski has a deadpan look on his face as his eyebrow reaches to the ceiling. He raises his file to block the view and comments, "Do I need leave you to privacy, ladies? Not that I mind, of course..."
"Oh, I think I can keep up. If for nothing else you can distract them with your sexy and I can nick the disk, either or." Torin says with a grin to Rissa then laughs at Pyotr, "No need. Now then we ahve work to do, Questions?"
Rissa laughs lightly at Pyotr's response, "Oh, I'll try to keep myself under control while you're around. I was just having a bit of fun." She lifts the folder back up, scrunching her nose a bit, "So we sneak in, nick some disk, sneak back out and no one's the wiser? Sounds fun. Who's the target and when do we move?"
Pyotr Nevski just shakes his head ever so slightly and sets his folder down and clicks his tongue a couple times before replying, "Oh I have no worries..."
Torin chuckles then says to Rissa, "They carry them with them always so we have to take them off of the people involved, we get the toughie and Pyotr gets the other one. Not sure who has the real disk so we have to take them both. We can't kill them and we can't let them know who we are. So we can't be seen either."
Pyotr Nevski just shakes his head ever so subtley and comments offhand,"The confidence level is inspiring...
Rissa purses her lips slightly, "Got a plan?" She glances to Pyotr and grins, "Hey, when you're the best you can afford to be cocky." She looks back to Torin, "The tricky part is going to be the not being seen."
Torin nods her head, "Well, they will be in a park in a few moments, the one just across the way as it happens. I can shoot and I can take ours out near the trees if you can distract him. Pyotr, you will need to plan yours out and execute it as we will be busy."
Pyotr Nevski grins and sips on his tea before replying, "Well now, I reckon that if I am going to get the simple one, I can take advantage of the crime rate around here. They should know better than to frequent the park after dark."
Torin is once more handed a piece of paper and sighs, "Seems they changed their minds. Our sources say they are holding a private party tonight. Looks like tomorrow is going to have to do. Meet here tomorrow and we will resume." she nods and gives the paper back to be disposed of.