<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/mDV66ep.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Oscar Valdez<br/><strong>Location/Time:</strong>Around 1230 Hundred Hours.  63 Wall Street, New York, New York.  Penthouse (Kitchen)<br/><strong>Attire:</strong>Blue-grey<del>business jacket and</del>slacks.  White dress shirt, sleeves rolled up Black shoes.  Black sunglasses.<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Stephanie Kane<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Oscar waited for Stephanie to finish, silently listening to what she had to say with an occasional nod of his head.  She was nervous, he thought.  Hell, he was too, if he was being a bit honest.  When it came to getting close to showtime, the nerves and anxiety always intensified a bit as the mind ran through the various possibilities.<br/><br/>“I'm just being a gentleman, Miss Stevie...  A gentleman whose only interactions with the fairer sex was with a big, snaggle-toothed guard who liked to spit in my food.” Oscar commented.  He took a step closer, his voice lowering a moment.  “But seriously...  You really think they'd go for an orgy?  I mean, if you're taking a straw poll, sign me up right now.” Oscar commented with a hushed, serious tone that soon gave way to a grin as he took a raised a spoonful of sauce from the pot.  “Only half kidding though...  Just tell me when and where.”<br/><br/>A few blows from his lips to cool it down.  “They might have been lying about that.  They might have been lying about a bunch of things about the mission.” He said, leaning against the counter.  “For all we know, this could just be a test run.  See how we do, if we're worth having around.  I know of a few outfits that like to do that from time to time...  Test the response of the team.  See how they do, see how they work together.  Go from there.”<br/><br/>He held the spoon out to her, an offer to taste his creation.  “Don't worry about it though...  They might not kill us.”