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She was surprised in receiving a text message from Simon. And glancing at the other recipients made her even more confused. Unless... was this something to do with her promotion? At this thought, Fini decided that maybe she'd take some care in showing up on time and be ready for anything. Thankfully the message had come the night before so she was able to prepare for the morning. Especially considering that sleep was not her friend. And she kept waking, thinking she had been shot again.

When she arrived that morning - after informing Finn she was heading that way and would meet him there - the first person she discovered there was Alaska. The other trainee received a lazy smile and a wave. "Good morning." She yawned, stretching and glancing around.

There were a few times before that Milo had received a short and to the point text message like this. This one, though, seemed like really important. Not like the others hadn't but just... there was something about it. And it got the Sun rather excited. Mission maybe? Maybe promotion?

- Wait, this text message was meant for him this time, right?

Either way, he was up the next morning as he always was but this time without his usual morning run since there just didn't seem to be room for that. (Still excited though!) And showed up at the appointed meeting place, coat and all, and gave all those a big smile and his usual little salute of greeting. "Mornin' guys!" He greeted. Oh look, familiar faces.

Oh huh, there were five of them, right? Was he thinking Power Ranger team? Yeah, he was totally thinking Power Ranger team.

Simon and H were in quiet conversation as the summoned hunters trickled in, ignoring them entirely until they reached some sort of terse agreement. The doctor smiled at them, Simon did not.

"Good morning, ducklings. We have several missions requiring one to five hunters." His eyes slid to Davey, and then added helpfully, "Fractions of hunters are also acceptable. It seems that Death is too caught up in destroying itself from within to handle certain affairs in the civilian world." He seemed particularly pleased with this. "All of these missions will require discretion and light touch."

Simon gave them all a flat, unimpressed look, but passed out the folders, and explained, "The first mission will require you to blend as wait staff at private party and seek out what may be a runic weapon created outside Deus." He glanced at H who lifted his eyebrows and gestured for him to get on with it. "For the second mission, we've tracked down a source of what appears to be a FEAR-based drug. You'll be required to collect samples and capture the dealer for questioning. The third mission is acting as bodyguard for another hunter."

"There is a promotion in this, should you perform adequately," the doctor's smile widened.

Finn did his best to pretend that Fini hadn't just shoulder bumped him, shrugging his own shoulders slightly and taking a small step away from her because really they were in public and in front of superiors woman.

He'd get her back later.

It seemed that everyone that was meant to arrived was there, and Finn stood and very patiently listened to everything that was said, taking the folder when it was handed to him and flipping through it's contents. Each mission was considered, as he weighed the pro's and con's. Considering he was a moon, the third one should have been right up his ally but...

Considering he was terrible at his job and would likely jump out of the way of a bullet instead of taking it, he decided he would happily leave that one up to somebody else. That just left investigating on the Fear drugs (that sounded like a lot of work, and foolishly dangerous as well. Finn wasn't a coward but he also didn't want to come out of this missing another body part), and the private party runic weapon seek.

Finn pursed his lips. A promotion was, really, worth doing whatever he needed to do. He was about to say he would do any of them, whichever they decided to put him one, when Fini spoke to him, and he glanced back towards her.

"Could be interesting I suppose." He closed his folder and looked towards the others in the room, his own decision made, hopefully, unless somebody else wanted it badly enough to argue.

"We'll take the party." He waggled a finger between himself and Fini. "If anybody else wants in, fine with me."

Simon was about the only figure of authority that he was familiar with, seemed to be acting the same as what he remembered of him. But this seemed to be the fabled Doctor H - had he heard much about him? Wait, not a lot - and he didn't seem so terrible. Cheery maybe, though he wasn't sure about being called a duckling - seemed to be a condescending comment about that one guy though. But oh well.

He took the folder and sort of glossed over a few points of interest from each of the missions presented before them as they were thusly explained. And of course he could think of at least a few references to toku to each; spying, espionage, guarding someone important. Oh yeah, totally there. He had to smile even when it seemed his fantasy of a five man team thing going on was going up in smoke.

Splitting up seemed to be favored option. But that had been done as well, maybe they would cross paths or something along the way. "Mind if I join ya, Alaska?" Milo asked the female Sun as he snapped the folder closed. "Though, I could go either way, ya."

The doctor laughed, "Oh, excellent. A truly armed guard! Dwight should be in skilled hands with you." H gave Davey a faux apologetic look but didn't bother correcting the plural out loud. He didn't need to.

Solemn-faced, Simon nodded, "Civilian clothing required to blend will be sent to your rooms. Do not damage them. They are part of the Sun Division's collection." The light glinted menacingly off his glasses as he said this, this assistant's fingers curling as if he was thinking of summoning his guns.

Flapping a hand, the doctor shoo'd them out. "Get a good night's rest, ducklings."