Posted by Civilian Eryn Romanov (Colonial Intelligence Agent) in Acquiring Packages (Tag Vonn, Mace)
Essence Cafe was both a sweet little spot for coffee and designer drinks by day, but at night it became a secluded little spot for those that liked to indulge in craft cocktails, and music. The establishment and owners were all on the up and up. Of course places like Oed there was always someone, eventually, that took advantage of decent people. So if you knew who to ask there was a possibility of other, less socially acceptable, distractions. The advertisements for the Narvalan Vapor Ice had made the Essence busier than usual. It was an acquired taste, and required a pitch black room to prepare and consume. It was quite the show actually. The music had started along with the lowered lights main lights, and people were mingling and settling in for the evening.

It was into this that the raven haired woman entered. She was lithe, toned, and moved in ways that brought fantasies to mind. Wearing leather pants, a gold blouse, under a deep burgundy jacket, and stiletto heels she made her way to the counter/bar to reserve an ice room for later. She took a seat on a stool at a tall table. It wasn’t long before she was too much of a mystery to be totally ignored by the single (and some not so single) patrons.

It was there she waited and watched for Lyssandra Hycon to appear. Lyssandra was a mousy woman, curly but plain brown hair, but eyes blue eyes that held intelligence and wit. Lyssandra was a brilliant computer whiz, but had no knack for spy craft. She understood computers but not people.

Mystery Woman

Alston walked through the door of the Essence Cafe and stopped for a second to enjoy the music. He had used his time since leaving the tea shop to stop by his ship for a few supplies. A had slipped on a clean black button down shirt, and black pants, before slipping on his leather jacket. This mission was less about full on assault, and all about stealth, so it was more important to blend in with the local nightlife. In that vein he had let most of the hardware back on the ship. He had a pair of collapsible batons tucked into his jacket, and the usual assortment of blades.

Stepping up to the bar he ordered one of the house cocktails from the bartender. Leaning back against the bar he took a small sip. He pulled out his communicator and casually scrolled through his messages. There was one from Charlie Team that they were in position. He had left them a couple of blocks away, parked in an open warehouse. He keyed in a simple message of ‘Here’ and sent it to Vonn and Romanov before tucking the communicator back into his jacket pocket.

Taking another sip of his drink he relaxed against the bar, making it look like he was just enjoying a drink and the music.

Alston Mace - CIA Contractor