As the boss lady spoke, pouring out more military protocol than Kirra cared for, she perks up in her seat at the retrieval of the secure box, interested in its contents. The Raveness loved and hated the same thing about "that type",  always planning and training, she could see the dedication but it contained too much structure for her to fully grasp. Flipping through the pages as the dry briefing continues she makes a few mental notes about the mysterious client. Kirras covered eyes roll at the mention of the targets destination, a small sigh passes her lips,<br/><br/><em>Oh fucking wonderful, a tropical island no less, this gig keeps getting better and better.</em><br/><br/>Trying to block out the though of being outside unprotected like that her focus returns to the photos, her thin, bony fingers of one hand softly tap the stack of papers and photos as the security detail is gone over, she notes several surface and interior locations, the inside work sounded risky, but it's been done before. The plan for the distraction was borderline brilliant, and meet with a nod of approval and a glint of a smile. The first portion of the plan to include her, to waylay the maintenance team for entrance cover was classic, but Kirra questioned Annes methodology,<br/><br/><em>Either shes got the biggest set in the room or shes just plain full of herself, too threaten <strong>me</strong> with a knife, I <strong>own</strong> fucking edged weapons and I'm sure she knew that, then to put herself with me alone?</em><br/><br/>Kirras mind began to proses the information, two against 'x' is too vague, just how many of them are there,  thinking of quick, silent and bloodless ways to eliminate the crew, gas, garrote or plastic came to mind first, but she was sure that our over-planing leader had already though something up. The exit strategy could use a little work, but nothing that couldn't be winged at the last moment if things went south quickly. She would have to contact Danny after the meeting.<br/><br/>As the briefing slowed to a close she watched the faces of the others as the floor was opened to questions, studying Annes and Nikkitas faces she knew they partook of an inside joke of some kind, most likely the senior members where disguising the poise and demeanor of the replacements. As the encrypted message is relayed to her she cracks a sly grin before looking over at Oni, who was deep in the web, but most likely still fully aware of the goings on in the room. At the next opportunity she speaks up, softly touching her throat before she does.<br/><br/>"A few questions Major,"  Kirra asks with a wave of the hand, "First off, whats the cut on that 20 mill? And secondly, just how many people do we expect in this maintenance team?" She removes the spent smoke from her mouth and rubs it into the desk.<br/><br/>As she finishes speaking her watch beeps once, flipping her wrist to check it, a counter in the bottom corner of the small screen starts to count down from the five minute mark.<br/>