<div align="center"><strong>Headquarters, St. Cloud, Florida; Siouxsie; La-di-da-di-Every-freakin'-body!</strong></div><br/><br/>The radio on the shelf behind the receptionist desk was piped up full volume, blaring Styx's song, Renegade as the blonde behind the desk sang along to the lyrics a little too loudly. At least she could carry a tune. "Oh mama I'm in fear for my life from the long arm of the LAW!" she belted out to her pen, wearing a red polka-dot vintage dress with a little sailor's knot fitted right where the divide of her boobs began. Her nails were painted fire-engine red and she had also managed to find cherry red lipstick to finish the whole ensemble off. Apparently Black Heart's resident eccentric had a photo shoot today, but it was hard to say because she typically dressed Rockabilly. She noticed that the light on the phone was flashing and picked it up from the receiver.<br/><br/>"Hello!? Mmm yeah I can't hear you because the music is too loud!" she shouted into the mouthpiece and frowned as though she was trying to listen to what the person on the other end was saying. She shook her head a moment later and shouted, "I'm sorry! You're going to have to call back when a good song isn't playing!" With that, Siouxsie hung up the phone and bounded from the leather chair, her patent leather stiletto heals click-clacking on the linoleum floor as she gathered up a divided stack of dossiers, bounded around the counter and headed towards the WAR room which was where all of the debriefings, including the one scheduled in about a half an hour took place.<br/><br/>Headquarters was a large facility that had once been a storage facility for the local museum. It had since been converted into a hi-tech, polished one-stop-shop for their charming little organization. Not just anyone could enter the facility either, each employee had to provide a finger print and ender a punch code in order to even park a car in the lot. The same code and an x-ray scanner followed by a face-to-face with some guards from behind a bullet-proof window. The facility included a vault that no one was allowed into, a huge supply room and armory, two WAR rooms, some offices, and a garage with a group of specialized vehicles.  For all intents and purposes it was very professional and would have remained so if the blonde didn't just fuck up the radar of the entire place whenever she was on the move. As she headed towards the WAR Room, Archduke Ferdinand, an enormous German Shepard wearing a red Service Dog vest got up from where he'd been lounging behind the counter and followed after her.<br/><br/>Siouxsie stopped and turned, separated the two stacked of dossiers and handed one to the dog. He accepted them neatly into his maw and looked up at her with questioning brown eyes. "Take those to WAR Room 2 Ferdi, thanks!" the German Shepard turned and walked past his mistress, down the hall to go leave the dossier's on the table. The dossier's Ferdi took were for<strong>Red, FNG, Doc, and Rico Suave.</strong>She went into the first WAR Room and flopped the dossiers in her hand for<strong>Hi Speed, Pancho, Ferret, and Semi</strong>onto the table in there. Ferdi was just coming back to flop down on the ground near the big chair at the head of the table. He knew she would be returning here shortly because she walked out and came back a few minutes later with a pitcher of water and some plastic cups stacked on top of one another.<br/><br/>The phone rang from one of the offices and Siouxsie groaned, "Come on Ferdi, let's go see what Mister Grumpy-Pants wants," she said. The dog got up and followed her as she walked out of the WAR Room and entered the office with her. The door shut and locked, and one could hear her exaggerated cheerful voice as she answered her phone, "Heeeeeeeelllllllllllooooo Marcus! How are you?"