7:30 am
Several hours of strategy and planning over, the three members of the small safe house were armed with more than just a plan. Anastasia had called in a favor with a friend of hers who worked for the Tower's sister agency Gemini, and Kyndra had cut a deal with one of the local vampire clans to give them some not-so-legal weapons in the off chance things got a little crazy. So now armed with silver tipped bullets, a pair of small hand guns that had auto fire capability, and one titanium silver edged boot dagger for an up close and personal sort of experience Kyndra was dressed down to pass as an average human being working for a terrorist group instead of a half breed Tower agent. While she and Stígandr made final checks between their loan agents and their back up routes on a map in case the real terrorist made an appearance, Anastasia was making calls to Tower, Iryna, and trying to fit Kyndra with the tiny mic, camera, and tracking equipment they needed. The whole thing took about ten minutes of their time but it seemed like an eternity to all involved as they cleared their equipment, burned the files and headed to their vehicles to begin this final leg of the mission.
Iryna was already in place, sitting at this dive of a cafe that called itself the 'Grand Magistrey'. "
Nothing 'grand' about it..." Mutter Iryna as she sat watching the only entry/exit point the place had, dark aviator sunglasses blocking the glare from the rising dawn sun that hit spot on her car. She was still listening to her favorite music blasting for one ear bud as she waited for the on-the-spot briefing that was bound to happen before the show. Standard way of operating it seemed in this little team when they were all put back together. Didn't mean it was fun, just meant it was a normal occurring theme. On that same thought she debated on getting a cat, something nice and mellow she could take along on these kinds of thing. Just as Iryna was scraping her mental debate she noticed something odd in her rearview mirror, a large black SUV that made her think of the military spooks pulled in and parked off to her left quite a distance from her own car. She couldn't see inside the stupid thing due to its height and darkly tinted windows, but she could almost feel the presence inside the SUV watching the cafe, and it made her really uneasy. There was no way to alert Kyndra or Stígandr at this point, so she did the only thing she could do and picked up her shortwave radio that occupied the passenger seat. "
Tower...Tower this is Hawk 13B, do you read?"
The silence in the car was almost deafening as Iryna shut off her mp3 player and pulled from under her seat the loaded gun she always carried as a spare. Before she could make the split second call to fire on the SUV however the radio bud in her ear buzzed at her for a second, then a voice crackled through the monster waves of static. "
This is Tower Central Nerve, go ahead Hawk." the familiar voice on the other end of the radio was enough to ease Iryna down from her stiff position in her seat.
Breathing out slowly through her mouth Iryna brought the gun to sit in her lap and pushed down the mic button on her ear bud, "
Cisal, damn glad you're working the nerve today." She expressed with another heavily drawn breath, her heart pounding in her ears as her blood pressure soared for those seconds. With her heart no longer trying to make a hasty exit from her chest through her throat she continued, "
I got a whack ass SUV, looks like a one of those black suit ones and it just showed up for the party. You know anything about it?"
Several more static seconds passed before the radio crackled back to lift, "
Negative, no blacks just one of our SUV's. Leading a hand I would guess, with U.P.A.M making a possible attempt to intercept the target." The silence ensued after this tidbit as she sat processing the development, wondering if the others knew this was the back up they got. She was so unraveled by this twist herself that she didn't respond to Cisal, nor did she take the player off pause. She just continued to flutter her eyes between the door of the cafe and her own rearview mirror keeping an eye on all the fractions in place, and in some ways scratching her own head.