<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Rt2ECxS.gif)</div>NAME: Kevin Finch<br/>DAY: June 15th, 2021, 11:20 PM<br/>LOCATION: Club Zodiac<br/>TAGGING: Leasick, the Group in General, Open<br/>EXTRA: Misison<br/>WEARING: Not Camos Like Always (https://i.imgur.com/4VPYn58.jpg)<br/><hr/><br/>It was loud. It was dark. It was setting off all sorts of alarms in Kevin's head. But the good news was that even in what he was wearing he was relatively inconspicuous amidst all the plumage being displayed by the various patrons. This allowed him to slip with Leasick into the back and keep an eye out for the activity they were tasked with drawing out, then stopping. Normally, having Leasick by his side would be a relief, and the guy was skilled, and could be trusted to do his job. But the tension was thick - it wasn't hard even for someone like Kevin to surmise that things were not entirely well between them. But that would have to wait. They had a mission and the mission was paramount.<br/><br/>Not least of which because several of his colleagues were being placed in deliberate danger. OK, this is Kevin, so the issue centered around one of his colleagues in particular (and not coincidentally the source of the friction between him and Leasick.) The others had their own hidden escorts (poor Albion - his heart went out to the guy), and frankly it was hard to imagine either of the two other women currently being used as bait as a traditional damsel in distress. Then again, Mal really wasn't either. She had depths, and he had to learn to trust her with that. Still, though he was searching to keep an eye on all of them, it was clear where his eyes were searching most.<br/><br/>The comms were already buzzing with the banter that had become routine for them. Save the news about Kyless going missing, which gave him the usual near heart attack until Ryu caught up to her. But this situation was anything but routine. If the intel was correct, this was the heart of the beast and anything could go down at any time. Which led to the other issue. If their plan was to work, he couldn't be doing "Typical Kevin" right now. He was supposed to be just another guy at the club. Ditching the usual clothes for a more club-friendly outfit helped, but there was still attitude to consider. So he sat. And raised his had to bring someone over so they could order drinks. And did his best to not look so apprehensive. Just two guys scoping out the possibilities in a bar. After all, the only thing a guy should be apprehensive about in a place like this was... No... definitely not a good time to be dwelling on those thoughts right now.<br/><br/>He softly muttered into the comms. "We're in position in the club. Nothing obvious is showing up yet." Again, Kevin asked himself what he had expected. There wasn't going to be a big sign in bright flashing orange saying<strong>DEMONS HERE</strong>. But waiting was a form of torture in its own right. He glanced back over at Leasick to see if he had picked anything else up. "Anything suspicious?" Yeah, this was awkward, but he knew Leasick could put stuff like that away as well as he could.