<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/>The fact Kane spoke softly, had looked off in the direction of others, spoke volumes in his mind.  Perhaps she was having second doubt like he had.  Perhaps she was coming to terms with the unspoken consequences, the dreadful possible outcomes that waited behind Door Number Two.<br/><br/>“Well.  Speaking as a former loose end, I wouldn't put it past them to get rid of a few loose ends if the shit hits the fan and things start looking bleak about the whole thing.” Oscar commented, giving the pot another stir before bringing the wooden spoon to his lips to taste.  He smacked his lips, giving a sage nod before taking an opened bottle of red wine to add a splash to the sauce.<br/><br/>“I wouldn't be surprised if they had a whole team on standby, just waiting to off us if things go south.” He commented, stirring in the little amount of red wine into the aromatic concoction.  “Hell, I don't doubt there's someone watching me.  Probably made someone shit their pants just by walking out of the building without someone holding my leash.”<br/><br/>The thought of Oestricher crossed his mind.  “I don't doubt someone here has a bullet with my name on it if things turn really nasty.”<br/><br/>Oscar spoke freely, not bothering to lower his voice to a whisper.  There was little doubt in his mind that<em>someone</em>was listening to them.  “As for this mission...  Who knows....  Going to be crazy with a bunch of people not knowing one another walking into a rodeo together.”<br/><br/>Again he moved in the kitchen, reaching into a cabinet for the container of sugar.  A generous pinch was added into the sauce, and promptly stirred in.  “But...  If you're worried this might be your last few hours breathing...  I'll be a gentleman and offer to take you into one of the bedrooms and rock your world one last time.” He commented, turning his head to offer a playful wink.  “Might as well go out with a bang, ammiright?”