Olivier yawned as he braked his Hummer to a grinding halt, emerging from the vehicle with a warm Starbucks coffee in hand. Pushing up his sleeve, Steldhart glanced down at his watch. Almost a minute to midnight.  Taking a small sip from his hot beverage, Olivier quietly made his way into the building, ready to begin his first night on the job. He made for the office, pausing and looming in the doorway as he spotted a frail-skinned, Vampirish looking woman already in the office. "We're taking this shift together, I presume?" the undercover CIA agent would quirk his brow.<br/><br/>~<br/><br/>Backstage, Elorna was preparing herself. Sat on a tiny stool before one of the many mirrors, one leg crossed over the other. She was attentive to the volume of her makeup and blemishing, ensuring that the right amount was applied to her features all in the right places. With a sly, devious grin, the Succubus regarded herself in the mirror for a few moments before she rose from her seat, stretching out. "Who to feast on tonight, I wonder? Hrmmm..." Elorna pursed her lips outward, but then remembered the camera watched her in the corner, Flashing a grin and a wink at surveillance, Elorna strolled away, seemingly in little rush to get out there and get working, but albeit ready for the crowds nonetheless.