<div align="center"><strong>Headquarters, WRI; Siouxsie; Hi Speed, Pancho, Semi</strong></div><br/><br/>Siouxsie had met Rafael's gaze evenly, he being about the only person who's eye contact she would hold unless she was fixing to open up a can of Campbell's Whoopass or something. He was fairly protective of her and because of their understanding of one another she didn't mind his intervention. But, he would be able to read that there had never been any real danger of an issue arising, other than what had already transpired. She smiled brilliantly at him and reached up, patting his cheek gently. Then she had moved on briskly to fetch that pitcher of water and stack of cups for WRII. She returned to said room and sat the pitcher and cups down near Red and Dick since Shadow was still a dirty, dirty guy even if he had used a baby wipe to clean some of his face off so he could flirt with Red. Flirt, hit on, whatever The Straights were calling it these days. She gave his stolen fern frond a dirty look and flashed Red and Dick a smile a second later, then she had left them to their interaction.<br/><br/>During this time, Ferdi had sat in the hallway, watching his Mistress walk back and forth. When she walked back to WRI however, Ferdi came in behind her just as she stepped in, put a hand on her hip and said, "Good Morning Angels." This was followed by another flash of a smile as she walked over to the head of the table and tossed the three dossiers across the table to each person. They all contained the same information, just for each individual's reference. "If you'll flip those dossiers open," she began and walked over to the wall behind her so she could touch a small panel of buttons. A squared foot wide portion of the middle of the table rose about two inches and flipped open. Just as she was dimming the lights a holographic image of an individual from the shoulders up flickered on and began turning in a slow circle. This same image was printed in everyone's dossier.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Suspect Image</div><div class="spoiler_body"> <div align="center">(http://img401.imageshack.us/img401/313/scenaquarryriftassassin.jpg)</div> </div></div><br/><br/>"This is Suspect Kilo Zulu 1530 Xray Xray (KZ1530XX)," she said, obviously getting down to business. "Intelligence on this perp. suggests he's a Rift Slipper, this image here is based off of multiple shitty images taken of him by agents, that's why it's a computed image, its the decidedly best appearance. They don't think he's human. Last known coordinates is here," she brushed the holograph image aside and selected a floating map icon, scooted the screen along the map until it was centered over northern Africa and then spread her fingers closed then open over it to zoom way in on Tunisia on a very small city called Testour. "Anyways, he's been throwing in with all of the well funded jihadist groups and all of the little murdering paramilitary groups that run around Africa. While we wouldn't think much of one person doing much, it's turned out he's very<em>techy</em>and possesses some crazy abilities that are making him pretty treacherous. With his help just in the past four weeks he's raised four Tunisian cities to the ground."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Map of Tunisia with Destroyed Cities indicated in Red</div><div class="spoiler_body"> <div align="center">(http://img705.imageshack.us/img705/3438/mapoftunisia.jpg)</div> </div></div><br/>She zooms out on the map and punches her index finger on four separate spots which develop a red spot over the area she poked. "Right now there's no media coverage because nobody cares much about Tunusia. They want to keep it that way because like everything else that comes out of the damn Rifts, they want to be able to run little experiments and be all Mad Scientisty with them. Which means you can't completely obliterate him, sorry Semi," she paused, flashing him a winning smile. "But you can kill him. They don't really want him alive so at least we don't have to put the Kid Gloves on. "<br/><br/>"You leave tomorrow, flight's at 4PM, so at 3:30PM you need to be on the tarmac. Any questions before I go on?" Siouxsie asked, glancing at each of them in turn.