Posted by Civilian Kodek Vonn (Colonial Intelligence Agent) in Acquiring Packages (Tag Vonn, Mace)

Posted by Civilian Alston ‘Fox’ Mace (Colonial Intelligence Agency Asset) in Acquiring Packages (Tag Vonn, Mace)

Posted by Civilian Eryn Romanov (Colonial Intelligence Agent) in Acquiring Packages (Tag Vonn, Mace)
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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

A single word appeared on the screen as soon as he had sent the message: “Same.” Vonn had replied. He was nowhere to be seen, and it wasn’t like the Breen was easy to miss. So wherever he was, he was well hidden.

Vonn, CIA

Simultaneously another message appeared, ‘Now it’s a party.’ The raven haired Betazoid made the rounds of the other patrons, or more was made part of the rounds. She was by no means the most popular person, but she wasn’t a wall flower either. She danced once or twice, chatted, appeared to drink, though Eryn wasn’t foolish enough to consume any alcohol.

Thy didn’t have long to wait before another message appeared, ‘Spotted.’ Lyssandra Hycon was the physical epitome of the tech nerd. Shoulder length mousy brown hair, pale skin, a slight squint from staring at a screen too often, and had put too much effort into dressing up for the evening. If they waited long enough the stiletto sandals she wore were going to break her neck and solve their problem for them. She was however not shy, and made her way toward the counter to reserve an ice room. After that she ordered the most expensive cocktail on the menu and turned on the bar stool to stare at the people.

Romanov

Alston blinked as Lyssandra sat down at the bar next to him. Reaching into his jacket he pulled out his communicator and sent a single character, ‘?’. Romanov and Vonn were familiar with Lyssandra, it was worth the second to confirm that it was the right person. There was a reason why they said even the best laid plans didn’t survive the first engagement.

Alston Mace - CIA Contractor

Confirmed. came the reply, and then Bodyguards neutralized. There was no break in the music, no commotion in the crowd; so whatever had happened was quiet indeed.

Vonn

Lyssandra glanced at the man next to her as he checked his communicator, her eyes then traveled over him and she smiled as they landed back on his hands and there was no ring. Married men could be fun, but too much trouble. “So who’s keep tabs on you tonight?” She pulled a small mini PaDD out, “Mine is my boss. Thinks I breathe only to do his tasks.” Her smile was overly flirtatious. She was a woman who liked attention.

Hycon