Anne looked up as the tap came on the door. "COME", she called out.<br/><br/>"Ah, uh... Maria, please come in and take a seat." She hesitated before the name, momentarily as the AI fed it to her via her implant.<br/><br/>"I'm Major Anne Laughton, this is Nikita Stack, and we are Iron Fist, limited. The gentleman there prefers to be referred to as Oni. The well stacked blonde is my personal secretary. I'm the leader of this motley crew. Please take one of the two folders you see there on the desk and familiarise yourself with the material. Unfortunately, we had already briefed our other operatives, and then they learned that our client was a major drug cartel and got cold feet."<br/><br/>She paused and, before Maria could pick up the folder, asked. "Do<em>you</em>have a problem with working for a drug cartel, because if you do, I should leave that folder where it is and walk out. I expect you noticed the two former employees on your way in, but in case you didn't, please know that they made a fatal mistake, in backing out of an operation<em>after</em>being briefed".<br/><br/>Anne sighed. "Such a waste. Still.... I think, Niki, you had better get moving. We will find our other replacements on location, if necessary, or have them meet us there. I will conclude Miss Venezuela's briefing en route."<br/><br/>She looked at Oni. "Do you have anything to add, Mr Oni?"