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At the mention of Moira's favorite Irishman, Moira's face lit up, and darkened with a blush at the same time. She crossed her arms, and mumbled. "Dunno what you're talking about."

Moira nodded to her quietly, and then looked around as the plane whisked them up into the star-lit sky. She smiled, looking up at the stars quietly. It was a serene view, if nothing else. Shane would've--

Concentrate. On. The mission!

Shee looked with concern at Laurel. Her eyes were shut tightly, and she seemed to be... frightened?

"Are you alright, Laurel? We're almost there. It should only be a few more minutes."

The young woman just nodded her head while thinking the sooner the better. The meaning didn't stick with her, words just passed through her ears like air.

Moira grinned at the bright lights of Las Vegas as she stepped off the plane. She fixed her dress absentmindedly, and looked at Shee. "So where's the party?" She asked with a coy grin.

One hand came up, and flicked at her earring. The speaker turned on, but the conversation wasn't being recorded yet. Ah for the love of technology.

Moira eyed the building and grinned a little. "Ah, the love that is Las Vegas." She snorted. "Corruption and deceit." Moira looked around as she followed Shee to the hotel, humming as she did so.

"Think we'll find anything useful?" She asked idly, glancing over at Shee and Laurel.

As the walked through the hotel towards the lounge, Shee grinned at Laurel's comment. That was true.

Shee smiled at the man standing outside the door, and he moved aside to let the three women pass.

Immediately upon entering, they were washed in orange light. Befitting for a place called Tangerine, to be sure. Looking around, the lounge had a very young feeling to it: this was not the stuff you typically expected for a guy pushing sixty, which the Prince of Monaco most definitely was.

People surrounded them almost immediately. Shee nodded to a group in recognition, and motioning towards Laurel and Moira, walked over to them.

Introducing Moira and Laurel, Shee graciously turned to introduce the group to her recruits.

"This is Amandine," Shee said, smiling towards a very tall, haughty blonde, "and her husband, Émile de Lancret. They run a very large cosmetics company, Belle. You've heard of it, I'm sure?"

Amandine kissed Shee gingerly on the cheek and gave them all a small, condecending smile. Émile's mouth did not move, but his eyes were curious. He brushed his lips across Shee's hand in a state of near-annoyance, as if all these mannerisms were just getting in the way.

I always hated doing things like this! The scotish lady was telling herself as a man flashed her a fake smile. I've done it before, I'll do it now. She was looking at the high fashion crowd, trying to keep the scorn from her thoughts.

Laurel stood on the other side of Shee as she blinked away her previous thoughts, it was now time to play. She gave the couple before her a smile, one that didn't reach her eyes - but looked lovely none-the-less.