She gave a very slight nod when Yousef mouthed "Later", wanting him to know that she understood his need for...delicacy in handling whatever situation he was going through. Yousef had been her rock more than once, she owed him her life. That was the least she could do.<br/><br/>"So, we walk into ambush, Tank take all the hits while you three eliminate threats and we happily follow Yellow Brick Road back outside with any intel.  Got it, but I don't think Yousef make good Dorothy.  Let us make new guy wear red shoes." she laughed around a piece of grilled beef.<br/><br/>"Actually I think you're much prettier than Dorothy, Yousef. But if you insist on me rocking the red shoes.... well alright but if you grab my ass then it's on..." She wrinkled her nose in mock disgust, still chewing.<br/><br/>"Before you go in Rambo-style... let me slip in first, if anything else I'll be able to take out at least four or five of them before we're discovered..." Valentine added. She shook her head vehemently. "It's not going to go down like that guys. The Marshals said that the condo had been activity-free for at least four days. There's not going to be any ambush. It's an easy task, go in, get the info, go out."  She pushed her plate aside, having barely eaten anything on it.  "I'm stuffed. Christ. Chinese food is too filling."<br/><br/>She wiped her mouth and hands with a wetnap, then set it down on the plate. "Anyway...The only thing we're after is his computer, if he by chance, left it behind."