Setting
She made her way to the changing rooms before she opened up her locker and quickly changed into a black leather suit. Lily walked back out the door and went into another one, filled with balance beams, weights, a small running track and other things. She picked up some weights and carefully climbed up on one of the balance beams. She then steadily walked across. Lily put down the weights and did a backflip onto another beam, and then another. She then stopped because she was getting dizzy. One of the lower members approached her.
"There's a meeting that's about to start," The person said timidly. Lily then walked off towards the conference area and sat down, patiently awaiting the leader.
Akio had rolled out of bed and just simply left. He'd have to change into his black suit anyways so what was the point. He knew there was a meeting and he knew he'd have to run it. But he didn't know if his fellow members would all attend this time. There were always a person or two who weren't there on time.
Once Akio had reached the museum he walked into the back room. He ignored anybody and everybody who tried to talk to him while doing so. Once he was sure no one was in the room, he grabbed his dagger, unscrewed it, and placed the spider statue into the hole before him.
Making his way into the conference room he saw only one other person. Lily. "Where's everyone else?" Akio asked.
Sable changed into her required uniform, her hair in a neat, tight bun, and entered the room where the meeting would take place. "Good afternoon, Lily. Akio," She smiled and sat in one of the chairs, crossing her legs delicately. "Where are the others?"
He took the subway to the museum coming into the museum through the alley door swiping a keycard to gain access. He then walked down the halls to the room where the meeting was to take place. He entered with a nod to the others before taking a his place to stand guard by the door in the room.
Carefully proceeding slowly (so as not to accidentally run into a wall) he entered the meeting place. Not sure who else was there he called out "Hey. Who all is here?" Before taking a seat.
After a while, he looked at his watch. It was basically time. He walked to an "employees only" door, he took what looked like a large silver pen. He pressed on the top, the door clicked and he went through. He walked along the hallways until he came to the meeting room, Five people were already there. Aron took his middle seat as always, lit up his pipe (which he brought out from an inside pocket) and waited for the meeting to start.
Music began playing throughout the modern apartment as Hannah stepped into the shower and washed her body and hair. Stepping out, she dressed herself, and then picked up the keys to her car. Dressed conservatively, sports bag in hand, she went down to her car and drove to the museum, arriving promptly at 8am after a long shower and a leisurely drive, where she paused at starbucks to pick up a coffee. She parked up and walked in, her heels clicking on the ground.
She paused long enough in the cloakroom to take off her simple black dress, and change into her jeans and tank top, ready for the meeting. Hannah left her belongings in their usual place and walked to the conference room, right on time. The door behind her closed with a thud and nodded her greetings.
"Good morning all" Kita smiled and greeted them formally.
Right then, she was watching the cooking channel, something she would deny very quickly. She looked at the clock, 6:50. She knew the meeting was today, so she picked out a pair of jeans and an orange and black hoody. She shower quickly, put an under shirt on, her over clothes, styled her hair in her usual way, and left.
She walked to the museum, she didn't drive anywhere, it just wasn't her. Along the way, she cracked her arms, and three bones in her neck, before arriving at 7:50-ish. She didn't have anything to put away, so she just walked back to the conference room, where a couple people already sat.
"When is this damn meeting starting? I have a pottery class at 11." She said, sarcastically, mostly ignoring everyone.
Hong Kong was nice this time of year. The air had just the right temperature, not too hot or cold.
Germany had been nice too.
Before that Africa, and Russia.
If one looked at the man's passport it showed quite a lot of travel, he had been to almost every country on the globe. Most assumed he was some rich guy passing time, or that he was some kind of spy. Always dressed nice, a pair of expensive sunglasses when it was bright enough to warrant them. A few crisp bills in the right hands kept his baggage from being inspected, a few more bills bought him a blind eye when walking around the metal detectors in airports.
Human greed was a wonderful thing.
Today he was to get on a plane and head to the land of the free, America. Back home. He had new orders, and new info; a few of his targets had talked... torture will do that. His employer had sorted through the lies and found some nuggets of truth, and had chosen new locations for him to visit.
"When is this damn meeting starting? I have a pottery class at 11." He heard Andy complain. And usually when someone complains, Akio takes it as a sign to finally start a meeting.
"Alright!" His voice boomed, "Since Andy has started complaining I guess we should start this thing."
He looked around to see who was all accounted for. Andy, Kita, Aron, Sky, himself, Sable, Lily... And you could count Rick.
"I know you hate talking forever on these things, but-" It was then his phone started ringing "Dammit... Worst timing in the world..." He muttered before speaking to the first person he saw, "Lily! You were here longer. You brief them. Everything's in this folder." He tossed a folder at the girl before answering his phone with a, "Hey baby girl." and walking into another room.
"What?" She asked, but it was too late. Lily sighed and picked up the folder. She cleared her throat.
"The heirs of Xi Bo, the only founder who quit, own their own society. We are at odds with them, as you may know," Lily tried to leep her voice steady as she remembered her grandmother. No one could know that, she would be kicked out most likely.
"We have declared them hostile," Lily kept going on. The meeting went on for about an half an hour.
"Meeting dismissed," Lily finished up.
"Hello?"
"Hi Pete, I was wondering, can you send me the blueprints and the security layout of this building" (and he gave an address)
"I believe I can, give me a few hours. Normal web sight?"
"Yes, and thanks." Aron hung up and started down the street.
That night....
Lily cringed as she looked in the mirror of the locker room. THe dress she wore was a short, tight red dress that barely covered her thighs. She stomped out of the locker room. "I hate this job," She muttered as she pinned her hair up in a bun. "IF anyone makes ONE comment about this dress, I will kill you," Lily warned.
Slapping a mag into his TAR-21 he racked the slide. With care he eyeballs the scope, a fairly high-end reflex combat model, and adjusts the mounted CQC Flashlight. Almost religious care goes into the screwing on of the silencer and the application of a slight greasing along the working bits of the compact assault rifle. "Ah, see, that is exactly what was needed. A little lube makes everything better. Heh.."
See, what the targets didn't know was the location of their own mission... was preplanned. It was no accident that their target had made himself easy pickings in that exact club, that he had been 'overheard' and 'seen' in public. It was all perfectly planned. The Spiders thought they were catching a fly in their webbing, while it was them just tangling themselves in a hell-storm in the making. The walls of the club's dance area had been spackled with a light coating of a C-4 compound, while the decorative 'silver spheres' set about knee high as a border were simply ball bearings. The dance floor was nothing more than an inside-out claymore. When the time was right.. boom. Collateral damage was allowed. These Spiders were too dangerous to let escape.
911 calls in the area would be redirected to a phone booth in Southwest Michigan. There would be no party-poopers tonight. As soon as the bombs trigger a van parked outside would activate a compact EMP, silencing all the electronics for about two blocks; thank you for not ruining the show with your cell phone, snacks are in the lobby.
He would either be inside already or waiting for stragglers to try and escape. He hadn't decided yet. Either would be fun. Back-up was a team of ex-SEAL and Rangers, finest money could buy. They would be armed and ready; a few even decked out in civilian clothes and mixing with the club goers. This operation had cost several million dollars to fund. If it fucked up... well, heads would roll. Literally.
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