<div class="floatleft">(http://www.tarantino.info/wiki/images/MrWhite.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">Door</span></span><br/><em>Secretive Spook, Otherworldly Enforcer</em><br/><strong>STR:</strong>0<strong>SPE:</strong>4<strong>INT:</strong>2<br/><strong>DUR:</strong>0<strong>AGL:</strong>5<strong>PER:</strong>5<br/><br/><strong>The League HQ</strong><br/><br/>As Glamorous fumbles under the table for her phone, Landon leans forward to address the group.<br/><br/>"I suppose I'll continue along Ms. Hitchen's train of thought while she's otherwise occupied." Under the table he gives the phone by his feet a slight tap, sending it in the direction of the flustered villainess.<br/><br/>"The Order will have a presence at the exhibit, and if they show up in numbers, our best bet is the element of surprise, and hostages. I'm sure that Nathaniel, Milady, and myself can more than easily deal with the special members of the task force discreetly," he says and turns to the Countess.<br/><br/>"Similarly, you or Dr. Creel are certainly capable of disarming the building's security system. Once any pretense of assistance has been neutralized we could make our presence known with a few snatched hostages," Landon smiles. "I'm sure some of you have some theatrics in mind for that." He turns to the recent arrival.<br/><br/>"By the way Doctor, the nanomachine neural-inhibitor you lent me was very helpful with the arms deal clean-up. You were right, far more potent than anything in the Agency's medicine cabinet. I'll send a recording of the field test your way after this."