Isabelle smiled as she heard Devrim’s soft chuckle as he looked over the work she had completed, she beamed under his praise it was nice to know she was doing something right for once. She nodded as he mentioned heading to the meeting as she slipped from the seat sliding her heels back on before rising from her seat and following him from the room as he opened the door for her as they headed down the corridor and upstairs before they came to a doorway. As they stepped inside she saw two males seated at the table engaged in a conversation. As soon as they entered they fell silent moving to their feet she felt the gaze of both men on her before one of them spoke up asking why she was there. No doubt they didn't trust her she couldn't blame them she was fresh blood after all. One of them began to protest her presence but a silent interaction between the two men quieted him quickly and effectively.<br/><br/>Soon after another male entered the room glancing at them and greeting each of the men before taking a seat. As Devrim moved in front of the desk where the computer was isa slipped into a empty seat attempting to be quiet. However apparently that wasn't to happen as Devrim finished loading her work onto the computer she heard his voice say her name and motion for her to explain things. She bit her bottom lip as she gave a sharp nod and slipped from her seat moving to stand before the men. While both Brent  and Jay’s gazes seemed to be inquisitive and maybe even a little flirty. Matthew was glaring at her with unconcealed annoyance and anger. She wondered who had pissed in his cornflakes  this morning. She got the remote from Devrim before turning towards the group.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">“Nice to meet you all. I'm Isabelle. I specialise in computers and hacking to be more precise after the incident at the corner house I was asked to see what I could find. I was able to secure some camera footage from the city's cctv” </span>Isa proceeded to show this as she talked<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">“its not the best but it gave me a starting point. From there I was able to isolate the license plate of the vehicle and track it through the city to its end location” </span>She pulled up the live feed which was still focused on the warehouse where she knew they had took refuge<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9999ff">. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">“When the males arrived here I was able to get an image of one of them”</span>she pulled up the image as she focused on him.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">“This is Shaun Ibis and he was my starting point”</span>Brent seemed to shift in place before speaking up<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff"> “Starting point you have more?” </span>Isabelle grinned at him before a smirk formed on her lips.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff"> “Oh I’m just getting started.” </span><br/><br/>Isabelle turned back towards the computer as she noticed the grin on Brent’s lips at her teasing. She proceeded to pull up Shaun’s social media accounts as well as his criminal record. At this point Matthew broke into the display<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffcc99">“How the fuck did you get that ? That’s government level stuff.”  </span>Isabelle gave him a small smile as she met his eyes<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">“ Well let’s just say. Government level stuff is child play for me.”  Matthew let out a huff and continued to look her up and down as she continued. “Now, as I was saying. I was able to find his social media accounts as well as his criminal records. That information allowed me to gain a few new leads.” </span>She then proceeded to pull up feeds on a few streets with camera’s focusing on two houses and a flat.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">“These are known addresses of family members, I have also been able to establish the last time Shaun was in touch with most of them by using social media and phone records. I then used his known associates to attempt to identify the others in the car with him and I was able to dig up these too.”</span>Isabelle loaded up the original footage of them arriving at the warehouse before zooming in on the others in the image as she pulled up both their criminal records.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">“This is Gareth Hammis and Liam Ryans.”</span>At the name Brent let out a curse<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffff">“That motherfucker” </span>he got to his feet<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffff">“Boss, Liam approached me a few weeks ago, looking to make a deal for some weapons. I shut him down when His boss couldn’t produce some cash upfront. And He refused to meet in person”</span>Isabelle let the man have his outburst before she clicked a button for the final time revealing a new image.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff"> “This is Connor Mayfair. I believe he is this so called boss you are referring to Brent.” </span>she then pulled up his rap sheet it was a lot longer than the others and it was obvious he was a lot higher up within the organisation.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">“After a little poking around in his emails I have found out, he was looking for weapons to organise a takeover and a group who call themselves the Concave. Small time crime gang known for fraud and pick pocketing from what I can find. But they have been slowly pushing in to their territory for a while now and Mayfair doesn’t have the capital to buy the weapons up front so he thought he would just take them, lay low for a while and then deal with his problems no doubt.”</span>Isabelle finished her speech as she pulled up the live feed for the warehouse once more, it was all quiet at the moment.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">“ I believe that's all I can add to the meeting.”</span>she turned and moved to take a seat even as she heard Jay muttering towards Brent in a soft whisper<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> “ that's all she can add to the meeting..who the hell is this chick. I want one.”</span>Isabelle placed the remote in Devrim’s hand as she moved past him and settled in a seat before glancing up at him and giving him a grin.