<div class="floatright">(http://i64.tinypic.com/f34z09.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Evelyn Rose<br/><strong>Location/Time:</strong>0930 Hours, 63 Wall Street, New York, Penthouse.<br/><strong>Attire:</strong>Dark blue jeans and brown leather boots. Plain white sweater. Grey pea coat, buttoned up. Teal scarf.<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>David, all present.<br/><hr/><br/>One after the other more people arrived, each one dispelling any preconceived notions Evelyn might have had about the people she would be working with. Matter of fact, with the exception of the man in the suit who might as well have been wearing military fatigues, the blonde couldn't quite put a finger on what each of them might have done before they got themselves dragged into this. Or maybe they all volunteered for it, who knew? In any case, Evelyn wasn't in too much of a hurry to introduce herself, merely getting each new face with a cursory glance and the occasional nod of her head or polite smile.<br/><br/><em>What did I get myself into?</em>Evelyn found herself wondering when the video briefing had started to play. Weaponized viruses and assassinations? If Evelyn had known beforehand she might have said no to joining the initiative.<em>Well, you wanted to make a difference didn't you? This is as good a chance as any,</em>the woman thought grimly, her expression remaining stoic right till the moment the briefing had concluded, even though she was squirming in the inside. Sure, she had top marks in shooting during her stint in the military, but hitting inanimate targets and taking someone's life were two entirely different things, even if Cameron seemed like the sort of person who had it coming.<br/><br/>Fortunately, it appeared there were no shortage of takers for the job, judging by the explosive reaction of the woman whom Evelyn now knew to be a detective. Just like Temple, Evelyn didn't like her orders too much either, since it pretty much had her sitting on her ass until they actually knew what Cameron was working on, making her feel like she was being marginalized all over again. The blonde had been debating the merits of letting their appointed leader know that she wasn't a doctor, much less a virologist, the sort of person it would take to understand and figure out what to do with something so deadly when her thoughts were interrupted by Detective Temple's sudden outburst.<br/><br/><em>What did I get myself into?</em>The blonde shook her head, watching silently when the man who introduced himself as Oscar spoke up. It was apparent that he had no qualms about killing Cameron either, offering a brief glimmer of insight about what he used to do before he came here.<br/><br/>It was after Oscar had finished speaking that Evelyn decided to pipe up.<br/><br/>"It seems like everyone is keen to bump Professor Cameron off..." The blonde began quietly, speaking as if she were choosing her words carefully. "But I think it's more important to get a hold of whatever he's trying to sell first. If he does indeed have a virus that he can use as a weapon, we're talking about many innocent lives at stake. Now, I'm not an expert at this kind of work, hell, I'm not even a doctor so I probably wouldn't know what to do if we get a hold of the finished product beyond handing it over to the CDC.. but it seems we can accomplish all three objectives at once by getting close to the professor and getting him to tell us himself about this thing he has, and where we can find the rest of his research."<br/><br/>"Of course, there's the matter of the people who want to buy the research to deal with as well." The woman continued. "Doubt they'll be too happy with us messing with their plans."<br/><br/>"Just my two cents." Evelyn added, as an afterthought, shrugging her shoulders at the same time. From where she sat, the stakes looked pretty high if they messed up. Success hinged on the ability of everyone to work together as a team, and so far it seemed like they weren't off to the best of starts.