Finish the one decent meal she had for today, she pushed the plate closer to the edge for Mickey to pick up. He eyed her for a second before picking up the plate and dumped the remain food to the trash before placing it into the sink. Xebel reached into her pocket tossing the money to the counter as she raised out of her seat. She walked to the door of the diner before she spoke over her shoulder to Mickey.<br/><br/>"Save me a seat for lunch tomorrow."<br/><br/>With those departing words her hand tossed a wave before exiting the diner. Dusk had settled in, and in no time Xebel would be in the middle of a weapons trade, chemical weapons no less. It was one of those tender situations that would require her to be at her very best.  The streets were starting to empty, this was about the time the homeless hermits came out to scout the trash, or the more shadier of characters appeared. There was always the normal bouts of illegal street deals, which should be stopped, but there was only so much that could be done. Though if the more potential of harmful weapons, drugs, or worse weren't stopped, then what was ever the point in creating a division task force?<br/><br/>She had given contemplating thoughts to this many days, months, and she was sure to be drawling up on a year about it now. Xebel was sure that what she was doing was the right thing, even with some of the drawl backs it had. There were times she wonder why she had never became a hero, but looking to the recent heros, what was the point? The heros were no more then glory figures, looking for fame and fortunes, which anyone could get if they wanted it. What was the point in having those super powers if you didn't use them for some sort of potential good, or saving the lives of those that were unable to defend their self?<br/><br/>Coming to the entrance of the department, her hand pushed open the door and stepped within, the rows of desk were empty, which meant that it was closing time for the normal staff. Moving down that row of desk Xebel came to enter into the last room of the department, looking to the men and women that surrounded one another, though circled a blue print that sat on the center of a table. Making battle plans was never a strong point for Xebel, but she was here to know what her role was in the trade offs. The Captain of the division rose his head, his eyes instantly connecting with hers. He was a older gentlemen, white feathered hair, blue eyes framed by a wrinkled chubby face. His stance shifted slightly to lean on his left hand, raising the right to crook a finger in her diection, telling her to come here.<br/><br/>Stepping into the circle, her eyes lowered to the map as the Captain went on to speak the orders, the position of each and everyone of them. When he came to mention Xebel, she raised her head so that she could look at the Captain now.<br/><br/>"I know what to do, this isn't my first big bust.."<br/><br/>The Captain of left speechless for a minute or two before his brows drew into tight lines while he looked at her, shifting to stand upright now. He was clearly not happy with her, thinking she had only been lucky with her busts. She was a sloppy player on his team and he didn't trust her.<br/><br/>"Just do what your tole and stick to the role."<br/><br/>It was all he could say considering Xebel had left him speechless in front of the people that he saw and worked with everyday. There was more following conversation, point to the blue print and pointing to the players that would be position within cars, or within the building with Xebel. After two hours of handing out the orders the Captain raised up and glanced down to his Rolex. It was about that time, they had to get there and set up long before the weapons got there.<br/><br/>"Alright, go get suit up and ready, and everyone.... be careful."<br/><br/>It was a deadly game they all played, and none of them fully understood just how deadly it could get.