Niki nodded her thanks as she took the file from him and began scanning the contents. It all seemed fairly standard, though blending in with the thugs and lowlifes of society was one of the harder parts of undercover police work. Niki had prideful streak in her that made her naturally disdainful of those who have squandered their opportunities in life. She'd have to keep that pride carefully in check, or it could blow the entire mission. She noticed a man approaching the care out of the corner of her eye, and quickly stowed the file away.<br/><br/>The urge to roll her eyes was a difficult one to suppress as the man- Saint, as he was later introduced- quickly decided that she wasn't worthy company. She smirked at her partner, "You certainly run with a charming bunch. Let's hope the rest of the group is a bit more welcoming than he was. As far as the boss is concerned, it looks like he's got his hands in a little bit of everything. He'll slip up eventually; they always do. Until then, I presume our objective is to collect as much information and evidence on him and his operations as possible?"<br/><br/>She ran a hand through her hair, frowning pensively. This operation was more delicate than she'd first thought. People accustomed to secrecy were often paranoid. And paranoid people, generally, didn't take much to provoke. She'd have to work hard to gain their trust, or their lips would be forever sealed.