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St. Cyrill nodded. "Yeah. We got word that two of our American agents were sent to retrieve some. Apparently, the mission went sour, and the agents did not report in on time. Contact has been lost, so we're going up there."

Gray had managed (barely) to avoid being caught, and he and Esther had hidden themselves in an old dockhouse. She was still unconscious, and he had no way of contacting the Agency for reinforcements.

St. Cyrill nodded sullenly. "Unfortunately, they can't get my men up here in time, so they're just sending the two of us. They told me that time is of the essence, and that we have to get in and out quietly."

((All right, seriously. By Christmas, I plan to have some serious story movement done. Just bear with me.))

The car ground to a halt outside of the facility. Connor got out, then opened the door and Tiki emerged. Once the other two were out, all four proceeded to the main door.
Connor gave the guard his ID. The guard looked at the others questioningly, but Connor nodded slightly and the guard nodded in return. He opened the door and the group entered the facility.
"OK," Connor said softly. "We need to proceed to my offices, at least for now. If we can get there without being caught, we should be able to formulate a plan. No one is allowed in my offices without my permission."

The helicopter touched down and St. Cyrill jumped to the ground before the rotors stopped spinning. He readied his rifle and waited for Richard to join him.
They were just under a mile from the abandoned warehouse where they were to begin their search. Little did they know that that was actually where they would find their targets.

Gray made Esther as comfortable as possible, even removing his own jacket to cover her. He used some old cloth that was lying around to make her a pillow, then sat down on a crate beside her and continued to try and get a signal on his radio.

Meanwhile, a government agent was just sitting down at a table. Across from his was a smiling woman, who was wearing a brown turtleneck, slacks, and a blazer.
"Now then, to begin," the man said. He opened a manila folder and began to rifle through the papers. "So, what brings you to us, Ms...?"

"I see."
The man withdrew his hands from the papers and folded them on the table, regarding her evenly. "And what, pray tell, would you do with that information?"

She almost laughed at him. What, pray tell, could she do with it? She might take over the world and blow up Saturn, just for kicks! What in the world did he think she could do with it?

"I would use it to finish my mission, kind sir."

Connor began pointing out different machines and scientists, making it look like a tour. They facility itself was composed of huge, open rooms, full of blinking lights, intelligent-looking people, and fascinating machines. A sciency-wet dream.
It was also conspicuously scattered with government agents in black.

The man raised an eyebrow. "You misunderstand. We don't just give out high-level intelligence for no reason. You will need to explain your mission and what you will accomplish before I even consider it."

Richard heard the sound of radio static, but it wasn't his own. He glanced back; St. Cyrill gave him the go-ahead signal.

A small smile quirked the man's lips. "Ahhhhh, now we get to it."
He leaned back forward and slid some of the papers out of the way. "For what purpose? Who are you working for?"