"Hehe. C.O. Smokey... I can live with that." The woman chuckles and takes a long, slow drag on her cig. "Now then, let's just sit tight an' wait for the rest o' the bone shift to show up. Sooner they all get here, sooner we can put y'all to work an' the sooner that I can go an' take care o' my own business fer the evening..."<br/><br/><hr/><br/>About half an hour later, the whole of the Night Shift has arrived. Six mercenaries, including Tzahala, and three jumpsuit-wearing techs all bearing their Mouse-given I.D.'s. A few of the mercenaries are notable- Joe Hinges she'd interacted with during the Little Havana troubles a couple of weeks back, and "Dawg" was supposedly working something out with local trideo channels to bring back an eighty-year-gone "reality show," but other than that they're all low-grade. Either White Sand had forwarded the info out without caring too much, or DUE had decided to keep costs down over the night.<br/><br/>"Alright. Is everyone here now? Everybody rested and excited to be at the happiest place on mother-fuckin-Earth?" C.O. Smokey tosses her still-smoldering cigarette butt to the floor and stomps on it, every bit the Drill Sergeant quashing someone's heroic dreams. "Well, get over it so we can get to what matters. Here's the deal. Some jackasses thought it would be funny ta break in here the other night an' tag their cutesy ass gang sign on the inside doors of Cinderelly's castle. Imagine how heartbroken the princess was... and how ticked off the customers were ta see the Castle lookin' like the wall of a Grey-Zone underpass."<br/><br/>The woman scoffs, and immediately sends out a ping for everyone present to pull up their AR. She doesn't wait at all, either... the ping has barely made its way through Tzahala's comm before she's pointing at an AR map to her left.<br/><br/>"Now then, let me give ya your assignments. I'm pairin' two contractors with Techs 1, 2, and 3. They're going to be doing some maintenance, upgrades, and fixes to the security in tha castle... you're going to make sure they get no trouble doin' so." The AR map flickers, replacing the Castle in front of them with a cross-section schematic and a long red line indicating the structure's optic "fence." "Doorman an' Bottzy: You'll be doing perimeter with Tech 1. Raise yer hand Tech 1... good. Y'all get movin'. Techs know what needs doin', so the sooner you get started the better our day will be. Bronze & Silver, you're gonna be workin' with Owleyes and Tech 2 on levels B1, 1, and 2 of the castle. Tech 2, get 'em movin'..."<br/><br/>The C.O. continues on with the last group, but the Mouse tech- an aging dwarf with immensely thick correctional lenses- that Tzahala has been paired up with is already off and moving, leaving her and her partner- a waspy cherokee woman with long, braided hair that brushes just over the ground- to keep up.<br/><br/>"Ha... they don't -hf- waste time, do they?" The other mercenary says after a moment, running a hand through her bangs anxiously. Out of everyone here, she certainly seems the greenest... no real armor, to speak of, and only a stun-gun at her side. At least she'll have no trouble with the "nonlethal" side of things. "Though I gotta ask -hf- how someone with such short legs moves so damned fast..."