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         Ishmael smirked and inclined his head to Isabella in response to the comment given about partying and getting attacked. Faust was taking care of things the best way he did, and the other woman got the man inside to open the door, one Agent O'Connell no less, and everyone piled in before he re-barricaded the door and went back to his guitar. Ishmael immediately went to the corner and did a quick inventory check on his gear again, making sure nothing had been lost in transit. Going through and checking his gear, he just shook his head with a chuckle at the comment about 008, speaking quietly in response as well. It was one of the few things he bothered responding to when it came to comments from the other Agents. They made enough of them, sure as sure, but he never returned fire about it. It wasn't worth the trouble, and honestly they had much more to concern themselves over rather than him trying to go about seducing the mutations out there. That might lead to some rather nasty diseases, something more than your average lotion could handle. "Service in the SIS doesn't make me an instant James Bond, and the numerical system isn't as accurate as you believe. I've explained that already. Or MI6, for you American lot that don't get SIS and MI6 are the same thing."

The others went back and forth, it was clear O'Connell did not approve of the newcomer woman being here. Relation of some sort, most likely. He honestly didn't see a concern about whether the girl was here or not, or what happened to her for that matter. They had a job to do, and if they wanted to include keeping the girl alive, so be it. He glanced back as he finished inventory of his gear, and sat down on a chair, lighting a smoke as he did so, UMP45 resting in his lap. Leaving her here wasn't an option. She was under equipped, poorly trained most likely, and wouldn't last five seconds if a mutant got in here. Which he assumed it would easily, given time. He took a long drag and blew the smoke out, in deliberate ignorance of the sign that said no smoking. "The building isn't secure enough to leave anyone untrained here. That's the equivalent of leaving her here with a single bullet, and the doors unlocked. Multiple entrances, already damaged from a previous break in, by the looks of it. Barricades wouldn't go back up very well once we left. Just my opinion on the matter."

Ishmael went back to smoking and checking and rechecking his gear. Just one check wouldn't do, and he couldn't trust it not to fail at the worst possible moment if he didn't constantly keep an eye on the weapons and such and catch any potential flaws before they became issues. So that was what he kept doing until a decision was reached, or if it took too long he might just move on as a foreword scout and vanguard. He traveled much faster on his own without tag along people. Even trained agents, he preferred to let them catch up. But that was a last case scenario, unless there was a secondary objective that needed to be seized. Then he would gladly head off alone to take care of whatever was in needing of being taken care of.