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Ansley sighed in relief when she looked up and saw Chris come in. She absolutely hated the turn the conversation took, and she didn't really care about Lora's opinion. Yes, it was interesting to her to get the views of the others around her, but it wasn't fascinating. The little 'speech' Lily had given made her smile, for she had gotten every word. But the one thing she hated the most today was that she knew that more than likely obama knew the entire gig, and that he had let them taken her away from the most important job; working for the president, although her title was a little more...discreet, shall we say. The thought of working with criminals made her shiver in disapproval, but she knew that since she was among the chosen, the task at hand is important. Still staring at Chris, she waited quietly for him to say something further.

James looked up at Chris when he walked in. About time. They'd been here for the better part of half an hour, almost an hour by now for sure.
And he still had no information.
"Get on with it." he said a little roughly to Chris. "We've been here for nearly an hour and we've got no details. So tell us what's going on here, please?" James asked, frowning a little.

Zack laughed at Ansley's comment. As serious as she was, she was quite comedic. He agreed, but would have never have worded it so well. "Very eloquient way of putting it," he commented to her. He thought of the different people he'd met, just trying to memorize all that had happened and get each person ingrained in his mind. They would be working together soon so... better to know them.

Alex ran down the hall and got to the conference room. He stopped at the door and smoothed out his white shirt. He pulled off his black sunglasses and then took a deep breath. He walked into the room and snuck to the back. He smiled weakly and nodded to Chris. "Sorry Chris. Traffic was a b***h today."

((would have posted sooner, but had to catch up. eleven pages is alot of reading.))

Chris nodded to Alex. "Glad you could make it" He was about to start when of course Lora decided to come up to him. "Oh no...no..." But his pleading didn't do anything. "Get off me..." He struggled out of her grasp and pointed to her chair. "Go sit down...and you better not have taken anything..."

He sighed and shifted his weight to his right foot. "Alright now that everyone is here I can explain in better detail the idea. All of you are going to be working the cases our other agents can't seem to solve. But in order for us to use these ex-criminals we have to have agents looking after them." He had a stack of folders and he opened the top one. "Lilliana Akari, 25, Serial Killer. Assigned to Agent Angela Merissi." He passed Lily's folder to Angela. "Lora Twain, 21, Expert Theif. Assigned to Agent Nathan Stratus." He handed Lora's folder to Alex. "Be careful with her...she's tricky..." He threw a glance in her direction. "Kelsey Benz, 22, Informationist. Assigned to our NSA friend James Colt. He walked over to James and set the folder down in front of him. "Zack Talentino, 27, Expert Foreger. Assigned to Agent Ansley Greene." He passed Ansley Zack's folder with a smile. "Kichirou Fujiwara, 21, Likes to Con people. Assigned to Agent Dominic O'Farrel." And at last he passed Kichi's folder to Dom. "Inside each folder is a profile of the person you will be working with. As for the rest of you, there have been arangements as to a place where you are all to stay. Your ankle braclets won't let you out of this office or the house with out an FBI escort. You have an entire wardrobe there and everything you will need. Umm..." He stopped so everyone could soak everything in.

I'll tear your mind out, I'll burn your soul...

... 'Cause I'm a liar, a liar.

Alex nodded to Chris as he took the file. "I'll keep an eye out." He looked over the file quickly as Lori came over. He glared at her. "Well you're not my type either, but we're stuck with each other so you're gonna have to get over it." He snapped the file closed. "And don't you dare think about trying to take anything of mine, Mrs. Twain, or you will regret it." He pulled out a cigarette and a lighter. He lit it and took a long drag. "Why did I have to be stuck with the Klepto broad?" he muttered, just loud enough for Lori to hear.

James sighed. Finally, some information. He nodded, looking up at Kelsey for a moment, taking a good look at his new partner. She was young, for a criminal. Then again, most where. None out of their twenties. He looked down at his folder, and read it silently, until something Chris said finally registered.
Serial killer?

He peered over the top of the folder, and his glasses, at Lily. Suddenly...he felt uncomfortable. He never did well with serial killers. They could be nice enough in person, but he saw them as absolute evil, someone who killed for no reason and revelled in every moment of it. What he would have given to give her her death row sentence right here, from across the table. It would have been easy, too easy, to Mozambique Drill her from here. Two to the chest, and should she pose a threat, one to the head.
He looked back at the folder to take his mind off of things. He raised his hand, not looking at Chris while he asked his question.
"Question." he stated. "What's the living arrangement's like?" he asked. "Do we have to stay with our charges, or do they stay under house arrest, and we just go in between?" he asked, finally looking at Chris.