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Ghost smirked to herself, quite pleased. For the most part, they had took it better than expected. "Hey, let me tell you all something. The upper workings of this place? A complete ****ing mess. This happens whenever we try something new, it's never properly explained and ever body doesn't know what the hell. But to answer your question, Wasp, we're just broke, little o'l HEART. They would love to give each of us our own little playmates, but you know how poor those in the assassin business are." She joked back. But, something in her tone of voice indicated annoyance. Despite her jokes, she was very much displeased with the inner workings of HEART, but she would never fully say that. They did pay her, after all, so it hadn't gotten too bad. Yet.


At Georgie's question, she smiled. She was quite interested in this one, he was smart. Not as clever as he liked to think, she presumed, but all the same she was sure he would be one to keep an eye on.

"Now that's good question, Smiles. I think you're all smart enough to handle it, you're all smart students." She started, quite enjoying the light hearted mood. Just because they were all insane, most like fundamentally broken people didn't mean they couldn't have fun!

"As you all probably know, when you have cybernetics, part of them is a nanomachine filled liquid that mixes with the blood of your natural body. This allows the machine and flesh to play nicely, without rejecting each other. Incredibly important, obviously!" She begun. Some of them might have known this info, but more people that not thought you could just slap a robotic arm onto a person and call it a day. "That disk you fond? Quite interesting. It sends out a wave that disrupts those nanomachines, causing them to actually attack the natural body. Like reverse white blood cells, in a way. Anyways, this is incredibly bad, as this makes you die, if that wasn't clear."

She stopped for a moment, closing her eyes and tapping her finger against the side of her head, thinking. "As you all could guess, this is an anti-cyborg weapon, not just an anti-assassin tool." She said after a few secrets, a smile coming to her face. "And our next mission is nice and simple. Our boys over in.... "knowledge gathering" found out where our friend we captured the other day purchased his, and we're gonna go make ourselves a purchase. And then make sure we're the last ones to buy from that seller." She said, ideas forming in her head. They were already in her head, but now they were becoming fully realized. Ideas she would keep to herself for the time being, but when the time came this team was going to come in damn handy. But for now, they had a mission to do.

"There's a small harbor near the edge of town. There's a ship scheduled to come in next Tuesday, we're sure that's what we want. We're going to, clearing it of it's crew, grabbing a few of the disks and leaving. Nice and simple, no?"


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Considering that the biggest annoyance to Shark was the fact that his previously favored member had been a smoker, it did indeed look like he was taking it better than he might have otherwise. Regardless, what Ghost was saying was extremely interesting to him. He wasn't entirely sure if the inner workings were that messed up, or if this were all a ruse. Then again if this were indeed a ruse that would suggest that everything was exactly as messed up as Ghost had made it sound, and that would have been more interesting. Even if Ghost claimed that the organization was poor and little, Shark knew that mustn't have been the case. Hired assassins like these didn't come cheap.

Well, at least Shark knew that he personally wouldn't have come cheap if he didn't have to. Obviously he had bills to pay like anyone else. He went to work like anyone else, even if his work was something that was slightly unique in the world, and perhaps most importantly illegal. Smiles' question lead him out of this line of thinking though, and he soon looked around a bit before exhaling and waiting for the reply.

The next part about cybernetic design, though, was what had personally interested him. That was far more important than anything that people had brought up about merely being friends or anything like that. It was more important than what had transpired thus far. After all, Shark was a cybernetic organism. Any alteration to that state was as jarring to him as any alteration to a heart or lung of someone who didn't have his form.

Disks like that could very well have been used against them, which is precisely why he didn't like the sound of any of this. Even if they were to handle them wrong, they could have been quite fatal. There was a chance that someone might have acquired a large number of them within the HEART organization in order to take over. Honestly it had even sounded like that very well could have been the plan here.

Shaking his head a bit, Shark smirked and leaned back in his chair as he admired what it was in front of them. This was all even assuming what he had been told thus far was true. For all he knew, this was actually an innocuous videodisc or something of the sort. Still, the fact remained that he figured he probably should have asked a couple of questions about what was about to go down with this.

"What if the crew were to detonate these disks against us during the boarding action, or one of us used them against the other members of HEART?"

Shark's questions didn't seem to come out of a genuine question of fear, but rather sounded like he was trying to get interesting challenges piled up on top of everything. Assassin's work could seem boring to him when it was too straightforward, and this didn't even seem to provide him with an opportunity to take a getaway car for the team. As a result, it looked like he was going to have to throw things out in some other aspect if he wanted this to be as big an adventure as the kind he had preferred.


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In regards to Shark’s words of advice, Wasp softly scoffed, slowly shaking her head with a wry smile. “Easier said than done, but thanks for the concern.” If her educated predictions weren’t wrong and her studies in biomedicine weren’t in vain, Wasp simply assumed that the way she was going, she was bound to not last very long anyway. Since the moment of her birth she’d be passive smoking; a fish exposed to water for that long had not the chance to evolve in its lifetime, so to speak. But then again, who said that was a bad thing? We’d hate to loose an agent for any reason. A cute comment, Wasp thought, for it became clearer to the young agent that Shark treated this company more like a community of workers, just like any other industry, rather than a collective of self-obsessed loners who were greedy for cash - a definition Wasp herself saw more fit for the stingy place. Nonetheless, the attention soon turned to ring-leader Ghost and Wasp panned her eyes to meet her gaze. She propped an elbow onto the table and noted her upbeat explanation.

“...you know how poor those in the assassin business are.” Wasp’s right eye twitched.

The discussion pressed on through and specks of information revealed, the analogy of this mysterious element acting as ‘reverse white blood cells’ especially intriguing her. Having a cell perform some sort of role reversal, as it seemed, was far from common, even if it were our modern age of the year 2075. Wasp could feel her glance stretch across the conference room and towards the vital disc presented as she raised her eyebrows and nodded in confirmation at Ghost’s summary of the next mission. There was no doubt that the task to follow was particularly risky, especially seeing from what Wasp had gathered, no one truly knew the details of the technology behind this, with our own organisation feeling threatened enough to send a part of their own team to search and destroy the anti-cyborg-human-whatever-thingys.

She couldn’t help but agree with Shark’s follow-up question, raising an open palm in Ghost’s direction to further provide a query; “Yeah, cap’n, you just told us that this weird thingo was deadly to guys like us, and now we’re proposed to tackle it head-on with a buncha dudes who are experienced with the technology? I mean, we’re probably cool enough to pull it off, don’t get me wrong,” she rolled her eyes and chuckled, “but in our cyborg uniform, we’re real obvious, and it’d be so easy for someone to catch us and press play on their rad doomsday mixtape CD to remix our blood cells... Is there a plan to somehow sneak around and into the vessel?” With the previous mission being such a hands-on campaign, Wasp wouldn’t be surprised if they were soon each handed a bandolier and asked to commit crime guns blazing... Who knew with this place, huh? H.E.A.R.T certainly lead to exciting professions, to say the least.

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Georgie was finally enjoying himself as the mood of the room lightened, and people began to discuss their new mission. This wasn't boring. He devoured the new information about the discs with his mind, skin prickling. What a murderous device. His life was too precious to be destroyed merely by the click of a button. After all, he had been the sole retriever of the first disc with no problems. His stealth would certainly come in handy here. If they didn't see him, they wouldn't activate it, and he could simply take it. For his own? Perhaps.

So they were going to a harbour. This pleased Georgie as well. It would be like going back home, but with the inclusion of his beloved profession. He could practically smell the salty breeze, hear the swaying of the boats and the squawking, feel the gentle swaying of the dock. It would be a nice trip. Unfortunate for the dock workers, but so was life. Just as you could be in the right place at the right time, you can be in the wrong place at the wrong time. The latter seemed to happen more often to people anyway, it seemed. But that wasn't Georgie's problem.

A "clearing" type of mission was perfect for Georgie's skill set. He could pick off the outer ring, letting the others enter and continue the operation with little interference from the get go. Killing the enemy before they even knew of of his presence was so very elating.

Georgie's head lifted at Shark's question, one that he didn't want to pose himself for fear of appearing weak. What if the enemy used the weapon? He could be dead in an instant, with no warning, and no way to protect himself. Georgie saw the irony in that type of death for him, but he didn't find it funny. Wasp's own phrasing of Shark's more professional enquiry caused Georgie to snort. A "doomsday mixtape"? The girl seemed young, enough so to be in school. What led her here? In this profession, it was somewhat of a rude question, even to think. Georgie would have no problem telling his own story, but he knew others came into the assassination business through... strange means.

"If it's stealth you need, I can certainly assist with that," Georgie took his legs off the table and moved into a more interested pose, with his elbows rested on the table, chin resting in knuckles, "it's my specialty. Though, despite my skill, I may not be able to take down an entire ship of mercenaries single-handedly, whether they spot me or not." He hated admitting weakness, but it would be much too cocky to simply brag on taking the entire ship himself. No one liked a show-off, even if they executed their claims with flawless results.

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"Well geeze guys since when were you all so afraid of dying?" Ghost asked, the edges of her lips rising in amusement. It was a fair question, however, and one she also had asked. "Jokes aside, you raise a good point. Logically, they're sure to have a few cyborgs there working the docks, which would stop them from using the devices..in theory. If they really did not want people from getting them, though, it won't save us. The plan isn't finalized yet, but the general idea is to pick off the guards on the outside, grabbing any radios frequencies they might use for check-ins. Afterwards, some of us disguise as dockworkers, while others go and pick off anybody who might be buying or selling the disks. After that, we get the dockworkers to leave, probably via impersonating their boss, and secure the area, calling in HEART to come pick up the disks."

It wasn't a perfect plan, but once the info gathering was done, a better one could be formed. In the mean time, it would do.

"I'll have somebody go out tonight and scope the place out, get some first-hand info..." She trailed off, placing her head on her temple, closing her eyes and thinking. Shark had asked a question, one that ignoring would lead to presumptions. Lying would be the easiest thing, sure, but that could lead to bad things. "Well Shark, I don't know what would happen if you used one against another member of heart! I hope my lack of knowledge doesn't lead to one of you trying, you maniacs!" Such a thing was far from being out of the question. Everybody here was a killer, and sometimes killers lost control of themselves.

She realized the best answer would be a non-answer. "Well, Shark, what WOULD happen if somebody used it against a member of Heart? A good question, but we're not going to find out, now are we?" She said, looking at him, meeting his eyes. It was just a question, she knew that. He wasn't implying he was going to try, obviously, but all the same the look she gave him said "don't say such things."

Not because it made her upset or anything. But because people could hear that maybe shouldn't hear. And that could lead to trouble down the line.

"So, before class lets out for the day, any other questions for Miss Ghost?" She asked, crossing her arms. These people were thinkers, not mindless yes-men, so interacting with them was a pleasing break.


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Unlike the way that Wasp thought, Shark figured that he needed to do everything that he could have to stay alive. He didn't want to do anything that would have shortened his lifespan, and more importantly he had wanted to ensure that he didn't do anything that slowed him down at all. Harming his cardiovascular or pulmonary functions hadn't sounded to him like a very good idea, considering that an assassin worked by using their body. Swift reflexes were of the utmost importance.

Smoking, therefore, sounded like an abhorrent idea to him. It was all very interesting commentary on health coming from someone who had, admittedly, undergone cybernetic modifications that those who were usually interested in health could never have supported. Exhaling softly, he looked over and started to sit more comfortably in his chair. He had been told that quitting cigarette smoking had indeed been tougher than quitting cocaine.

Indeed he did treat this organization as a group of workers. To Shark, being an assassin was a job. It was an exceedingly fun job, but it was a job like anything else. He could have behaved just as easily if he worked at the deli or making video games. Shark, himself, might have been something of a loner and he certainly had a superiority complex. He wasn't greedy per say, though. He thought of the money he got as fair pay for doing a job that had to be done.

Smirking to Georgie, he finally shrugged a bit. "I wouldn't mind seeing you in action like that, though I suppose that a good bit of stealth like you brought up would kind of make that impossible."

That was when Ghost brought up the bit about what might have happened if one member of HEART used it against another member. Worse, that same individual had accused them of being afraid of dying. "I am not afraid of death, though I do not exactly want to give it a try. I work to ensure that I like don't have to fear it or whatever!" With that he grumbled to himself a bit before looking back toward Ghost again. "Anyway, I don't have any plan to use it against another member of HEART. What I wanted you to give me was a defense against it in case someone gave it a shot!"

The fact that she was giving him a non-committal response that just suggested that he shouldn't ask questions was something he didn't like. Tactically it made little sense to make a weapon that you could never have a defense against if you ever lost control of it.

Worse, an enemy could always duplicate it if they knew what they were doing. That meant that having a defense against it was going to be paramount. Otherwise, they would very well have at least a theoretical threat of its use against them, and that wasn't something that he had wanted to consider one bit.


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Wasp couldn’t help but puff her cheeks into a smile at Georgie’s snort as he leaned into the table. “A stealth-cat, huh?” Her eyes glanced upon the blonde’s keen gesture, wondering what in the world was running through his curious mind. Performing in one mission together proved to rise more mysteries than information to Wasp. There was still much to learn about each individual's fighting styles; why did the company specifically put us together? How dynamic could such a large group possibly be for a team of assassins?

Ghost raised her voice in mocking question, immediately quieting the young woman's train of thought. She tilted her head at the opposing woman, sarcastically answering her rhetoric before she continued; “I dunno, cap'n, since not dying got me paid?” Despite the possibly poor lives that shady workers such as Wasp lived behind the scenes, there was no denying that the pay here was simply too good to pass up. The idea of being able to pay off loans that have festered from her family for far too long, the enchanting thought of being able to cut off all of those loose ends... Ah, only time will tell if such a seraphic sanctuary could exist in her dodgy apartment.

She casually folded her arms as Ghost spoke of the mission's general plan, mindlessly combing neon blue strands of a fringe that curled and clung about her cheek. The general idea seemed decent enough in theory to work. This time around definitely required more team cooperation than before; so long as everyone plays their part, she thought, we'd probably be okay... "I wouldn't mind playing dress-up for our next practical, Miss~" Wasp eventually chimed in, spinning casually in her chair to see what everyone else had in mind. "Judging from what I've seen, I'm not the most efficient sniper around, so I'll be best suited to locally taking out the dockworkers necessary and providing the support needed from behind." With such strong fighters around, coupled by Wasp's disclosure of working in the medical sciences, she imagined that in the company's eyes regarding this team, her position was more of the resident doctor that kicked butt and patched things up when things turned sour... And if she were honest, that did not sound half bad in the slightest.

It was then that the team met Ghost’s unusually vague and roundabout response to Shark’s question. Perhaps adding more problems to the situation than required irritated the lady, and judging from what happened in the previous mission when Ghost grew upset, Wasp didn’t really want to be on the receiving end of her angered boss. Shark soon piped up to respond to her remark. Surprised by the sudden change in tone, Wasp’s head turned to his now more emphasised explanation. “Hmm… Looks like a few trust-fall games are in order, eh?” She spoke through a half-nervous chuckle as her fingers tapped the side of her face. “I guess this just means we have to take extra precaution, eliminating every single source that the person scoping tonight picks up on.” At least the lot of them knew that such tenacity regarding the mission spawned a nice, gorgeous paycheque. Hopefully.

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Georgie wasn't afraid of dying, he was afraid of being dead. Death seemed so boring and dull, except the variations of Hell or the Underworld, being so full of stimulus, albeit painful ones. Georgie would rather play his little games with the living for as long as he could before popping off. He certainly didn't want to be killed by another. How pathetic was that, to become someone else's prey? Despite this, Georgie had always been interested in the idea of reincarnation. A perfect recycling system, from top of the food chain to the bottom. Of all animals, he wouldn't have minded being a tiger. He had seen a documentary a year ago about them, and Georgie could distinctly remember the proud creatures' fierce gazes, bordering on an animalistic insanity.

Ghost's evasion of Shark's question was admirable. Georgie appreciated her succinct way of reminding them all that she ran their freak show. They were finally getting into the details of the heist itself, instead of dallying on the little classroom role-play. He appreciated Shark's joke about stealth, sending a casual wink to the stone-faced man. "I like jokes," he said, tapping his long fingers on the table rhythmically, "keep it up! Life can always use a few laughs, no?"

The idea of dressing as a dock worker wasn't pleasant to Georgie. He had his own style of dress, and preferred not to compromise it. He had been called a 'hipster' before by a variety of people for his clothing choices, but the opinions and labels of sheep didn't matter much to him. Of course, it always stung when people called him short or small. Any shred of respect he had for a human being was obliterated by their use of those two words to describe him, replaced by a fiery hate and a 10:00 News murder timeslot.

"I suppose I could fill the scouting role, if no one else is dying to fill the position?" Georgie gave a proud smile for the joke, looking around at everyone in a gag-like manner. "In all seriousness, my skills will let me get close, first-hand close, without making any unwanted ruckus or setting off any alarms. And, if it helps my case, I know my way around boats." Georgie tapped his cheek thoughtfully. "Do we have any maps of the place, any intel on the layout at all? It would be useful to have a general guide. If not I could make do, if no one has any complaints?" His eyes scanned the room. It was unlikely anyone would protest. This was a dangerous way to start a mission, and they were all very aware of the risks. Whatever reason they were here, be it the money, the lifestyle, or the thrill of the hunt, it didn't mean they were stupid.

Maybe Georgie was afraid of dying. Just a little bit.

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"And getting a defense against it is the point of this mission." Ghost shot to Shark. "We can't make more of these OR a defense against them with just one in such a short amount of time. We have a rough idea of how they work, but not the exacts. We could wait until we have defenses for them, but then the ones we're going after will be sold, and only God knows where they'll be." She explained, sighing. "Half of them are probably going to be in Japan. And I do NOT want to **** with any Asian cyborgs." She thought to herself, having hearing about some crazy stuff they had over there. Like, laser swords and stuff.

But that wasn't important. What WAS important was how Shark reacted. She sensed a bit of hostility, and that should have worried. What if she answered another question in a way he disliked? Would he grow disobedient? Could he be a "problem member", as they say? To most, this would be cause for possible concern.

For Ghost, this just meant more entertainment. Possibility of mission failure due to a single gear in the machine not working didn't bothered her. There was no reason for her to be bothered, to be frank. She could handle any mission by herself, so if Shark did grow to go against her, it would just be some added fun to her.

She saw no problem with her ego, before you ask.

Still, she knew Shark's profile, and knew how he actually treated it like a job. Even if he hated Ghost, he probably would have done what he needed to do. Boring. With this, she turned her attention to Wasp, nodding. "Alright, me and you can take the job of dressing up like guards. I could send in my "copy" while I'm nice and safe all dressed up, come to think of it." She nodded. "And you're right, we need to make sure nobody that could discover us is left...alive..." At Wasp's mention of extra precaution, a plan begun to form in her head.

She then looked at Georgie, smiling when he offered to scout. "Okay. Okay. Yeah, you'll go with the guy we already have set to scout. But you're going to have a special job." She said, realizing this was much better than the previous plan. "There should be some sort of employee roster, right?" She asked, stroking her chin. "Find one, bring it back to me. Then we find out what guards work Tuesday nights. We kill them. Take their place before we even head to the harbor. Yeah, yeah." Thought filled her head, ideas filling her brain as she smiled to herself.

"...How MUCH about boats do you know? Like. Can you drive one?"


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The idea of a Stealth-cat certainly had sounded interesting to him. It honestly sounded like something that could have been out of a science fiction. Really that was ironic in its own right, because he was a cyborg assassin, which meant that he himself could very well have fit inside of a science fiction story without too much of a complaint. One thing had still confused him though; much like it had possibly confused Ghost previously. Well, no, he doubted that idea he had about Ghost. Something bigger was at work here, and here merely wasn't aware of whatever that might have been.

He had no idea why anyone would have thought that such a large group of assassins was a good idea. It didn't seem like a good idea to him at all for what it was worth. Generally any assassin's group would have wanted to travel as lightly as possible. The more individuals involved just made it so that they could have been spotted that much easier. The idea of being spotted was an idea that Shark would have just loved to shove from his mind if at all possible.

Finally the conversation had then come around to actually going so far as to provide him with an answer. It wasn't the straight answer that he had been looking for, but at least it was something. He liked Wasp's suggestion, in a manner of speaking. At least, he had liked it insofar as he taken it as a joke.

"I guess that depends on who I have to trust to let me fall back on them!"

Snickering for a moment, the fact that Shark had illustrated that he could have openly joked about something like that served to show that he really did take this just like any other job. Sure, it was an exceptionally violent job. Nevertheless, it was rather clear that he didn't particularly mind talking about it like he was flipping burgers.

Ultimately what he ended up getting out of Ghost had been a statement that he didn't run the show, but instead Ghost did. He shouldn't have thought of anything else. However, he then offered a thumb's up to Georgie. It seemed at least someone was more pleased with his antics.

One thing was for sure, though. He had correctly predicted that she considered the fact that he could have been a problem to just really be something else to get excited about and treat as entertainment. Shark had been starting to get a good feel for her personality at this point. Much like Ghost's mind had, Shark immediately thought of the State of Japan, where there were so many rumors flowing in because of the whole idea that the islands that made up that nation were just covered in cybernetic attachments, figuratively speaking of course.

"Are all those stories about cyborgs and stuff in Japan true? I mean, it seems like one big stereotype to me." Shark did admit that such a stereotype might have been true. Many of them were based on facts after all. That was why at this point he wasn't showing any hostility. Then again, that could have also been because he was more than happy to welcome in an additional challenge. Something like laser swords would have made things more interesting.

He too had heard the stories, after all.


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Georgie struggled against a smirk at Ghost's next barrage of retorts to Shark's cold, defensive comments. Fiery. He could feel the lovely, warm and fuzzy workplace family dynamic growing as Wasp called him a stealth-cat, and Shark gave him a thumbs-up. He hadn't felt like that since his classroom days. So many minds to study and observe. If they could only just do those trust-falls, it would be like a regular old day at the office. At least, he imagined. Georgie had never held a normal job, besides working on the fishing boat with his father, whom he knew inside and out. He missed the sea and boats, the peaceful swaying on the good days, the incredible, awe-inspiring storms and churning on the bad ones. If only cyborg implants could allow Georgie to control the weather. Then he could really be a god. He was, almost.

What Ghost was saying about the focus of the mission was right. This was a very intelligence-based job. Even with the disk Georgie had collected, they didn't have enough to stop the device. Georgie wondered how it could even be understood, with its delicate, bright filaments, each thread minuscule. When looking into it, Georgie had gotten entranced. He wasn' one to appreciate art or beauty, besides the curves of a woman's body, but he liked to pretend. This case, of course, had been different.

Wasp's warning excited him. His job would definitely allow him to add to his body count, quite a bit. Any slight suspicious during their mission, and they would be over. Georgie loved the silent deaths the most. He could steal their last words, or any idea that they no longer exist for the longest amount of time.

A special job? Georgie hoped he didn't perk up too much at those words, like a cheery labrador that had just been thrown a nice bone. He listened with interest, filtering out the boring words and instead focusing on the details. Employee roster, Tuesday guards, and his favourite, kill. He noticed Ghost mentioning her "copying" ability. It was an unusual ability Georgie had never seen before, and it made his skin crawl that she could even copy his own likeness. It should be his, and his right alone to appear in the way he did.

Boats were a topic Georgie understood. He had only ever driven a fishing boat, and a speed boat on occasion, but he understood the theory behind larger vessels, and knew all the important terms. His father had given him a book creatively titled "The Big Book of Boats", that had had so much information on every type of craft imaginable that Georgie had thought his head would explode from trying to memorize it all at the age of eight. He wondered where the book was now. It would probably seem so rudimentary to him now, simple, basic, unimportant. He tried to find words that could paint him as excelling in the field of naval navigation, but not so much that if he failed, he would look idiotic. He hated doing that.

"It depends on the boat, but it should be fairly simple," Georgie replied, chewing his cheek, "If we're to check it out first, then go back for the full kebab, that should give me plenty of chance to get all the information I need. I don't suppose you have any material on secret cyborg-killing supply boats that I could use to brush up on?"

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Wasp, comfortable with her role and place in this mission so far, listened intently but didn’t care much to contribute to the following conversations about their purpose, the advancement of cyborg technologies, and boats… She could input some knowledge using her knowledge from university, but at the end of the day, did she really care enough to invest her personal life into a company she only used in order to get paid? Just how long did she care about staying in this business before she moved on with her life and became a scientist or researcher? That was a whole other kettle of fish.

She did bubble a laugh at Shark’s trust fall comment, however. The whole notion was pretty ironic; it still felt so weird to think that it would be imperative to missions to trust a team, the same group of people, as though they were solo artists in a music company that had suddenly gotten bunched up together to create some boyband of messed up genres. Nonetheless, the plan that Ghost delivered felt pretty solid. Disguise yourself into a Tuesday guard, guard the ship, eliminate stray infiltrators and support the crew with meds, alerts and a helping hand if necessary. Not too bad of a task; Wasp secretly hoped she didn’t have to do too much so she could think about her study notes whilst supervising their little escapade.

“I guess rumours happen for a reason; Japan did popularise holographic concerts back in the day. I wouldn’t be surprised if those cute holograms were Ghost-style infiltrators in disguise to take over the world,” she said sarcastically. As a teenager, she was pretty fond about those idols synthetically created with LED and a voice synthesiser. After all, humans were far too untrustworthy, why bother with placing false hope and affections towards a specific human so intangible to yourself? Wasp’s own parents were even in such close radius to her, in such a position to be worthy of trust, and yet they still managed to leave marks of betrayal in the guise of fish and lotus down her sleeve. It wasn’t worth questioning the human condition, though - perhaps this was why being an assassin felt so natural to her, along with the fact that crime became somewhat inherent to the family name.

Wasp was no different, but for some reason, she felt rather turbulent towards the subject.

“So, kids - who’s the best stalker out of us? Who’s going to use their brilliant Google Maps skills to take out the dockworkers before the day of mission?” Wasp raised her eyebrows, deliberately making a quirked face at them. She secretly hoped it didn’t have to be her, at least for the main action of killing them, for missions amongst locations filled with the general public always made her a little anxious. What if she stumbled into someone she knew; a professor, a student, most fearfully, her little brother? She had tried so diligently the past years to keep documents about her part time job away from his curious, prying eyes. He would probably find it incredibly ‘cool’ if he had known, but that boy could chatter about the specifics of action movies for days on end. She did not want such tales of herself gossiped around to break down the positive profile she was trying to build around her name. This was just her ‘part time machinery work’, not performed by ‘Veloce’, but by ‘Wasp’.

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Ghost shrugged. "I think we actually do have a Japanese guy working here. I should ask him." Ghost hummed to herself. Maybe he had laser eyes or something, that could be cool. At Wasp's comment about "Ghost-style infiltrators", the team leader let an amused "hmph". She crossed her arms, smirking. "I have you know, I'm much cuter than any of those fake idols." It took effort to look good as a hologram, and Ghost made sure she put it enough. She might have been a murderer, but that doesn't mean she didn't care about her looks. "Joking aside, I have heard the boss man wanting to set up a branch in Japan, so there is probably something there. If you're interested, Shark, I could have it be set up for you to go." She offered. Not out of kindness, mind, but so she could keep taps on anything happening if such a branch was set up.

She was about to comment on the man's trust fall comment, when she heard a beeping inside of her head. "Great... and we were having so much fun. Anyways, let's wrap this up, shall we kids? Smiles, get me that info I asked for, and I'll try to get you anything about the type of boat they're going to be used. Shark, if Smiles can get me the info in time, you'll be sent after the dock workers, got it? Make me proud. Wasp, you just keep your pretty face waiting until it's go time." She headed towards the door, her eyes darting over each member of the time. "Yeah, I think we're going to work together perfectly." She told them, leaving the room. It was a sudden ending, but she had lost track of time. She had business to attend to, and as much fun as she was having, even she could get serious. Besides, now she could collect her thoughts and think about the group she had been put in charge of.

All in all, they seemed like an interesting group. Shark would be fun to mess with, she was sure of that. But besides that, he seemed reliable, so she would most likely go with him when she needed something that didn't need a specific skill set or person. But at the same time, he also seemed like the one to dislike Ghost the most. She would have to work on that. "I want that boss of the year award, after all." She joked to herself, giggling as she entered her own office, sitting down at her desk and getting to work. She quickly opened up a program which instantly started to download something.

She propped her feet up on her desk, thinking of the other two members. Smiles was a jackass. She's been in this business long enough to know when a person was faking, and she wasn't being fooled. However, she wouldn't blame anybody else if they were, he was damn good at it. The question was, what was he faking for? Acting nice to get in the boss's good graces, to lower their guards? Or maybe he was just a liar, the type of person who simply did it for the sake of doing it. Ghost stopped herself, frowning. She didn't know he was faking because she's learn to spot those people. She knew because she did the exact same thing.

So maybe that was why Smiles was her favorite. Reminded her of herself. Two murdering liars. They were going to get along, she knew that much. "I wonder, which one of us is going to try to kill the other one first. That'll be fun to see."

And finally, Wasp. Wasp was...nice? If they were working at a normal job, Ghost could totally see the two hanging out after work or something. That was a weird feeling. Ghost didn't like it. Luckily, she didn't have to think about it, as the file finished downloading. She set her attention to that, and got to work.


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Naturally Shark was more than capable of realizing what Georgie was doing. He was apparently listening to Ghost just fire off a barrage of snarky comments in retort to what he was saying. It wasn't fun, and in fact it was quite humiliating. Eventually he swallowed to himself and scoffed. Remember, of course, that Shark was actually the one who had attempted to cultivate that warm workplace dynamic. He was the one who had actually wanted to treat this place like it was any other workplace. He was also the one who admitted that he was uncomfortable with other's smoking. That showed that he had some odd respect for the people that they worked with. It wasn't something that came out of the other individuals who worked here, perhaps because Shark thought of himself as a professional instead of just a killer.

From his standpoint he was completely sane, rational and trying to be nice. He wanted to show a little kindness to his fellow-man. Well, at least if said fellow-man wasn't one of his assassination targets. Looking back up, he swallowed again and scoffed. He didn't want to be Mister Nice Guy any more if this was the kind of treatment that he was going to receive as a result.

Wasp's commentary was a bit more helpful. "I knew about the holographic concerts and all. The Japanese were the civilization who also believed that the transistor was useful. They also invented the space heater." Apparently to Shark these devices were the natural items that evolved into the cybernetic developments that they had today. One thing that Wasp brought up didn't endear himself to her commentary, though. "Google Maps is glitchy and out of date. It also doesn't work when you're not connected to a network." Smirking, he made a motion that indicated he figured that they were actually going to have to use discrete and not cloud-based software.

That's when it seemed that Ghost gave Shark an offer. Looking back up, he smirked to himself. "Who here is Japanese? Anyway, I'd be happy to take whatever offer you're giving me. I can read some kanji." Likewise he wasn't kidding at all, and he figured that if there were genuinely going to be another branch opening up, that he would actually have been willing to work there. Swallowing, he decided to listento the rest of the commentary without saying anything until it was time for him to get spoken to once more.

Instead of providing him with more of a chance to comment, though, it seemed like the meeting was coming to a close. Getting up, he figured that he wasn't going to wait around to see what would happen. Ironically he was thinking of much the same thing that Ghost had. One of them was going to murder one of the others. He figured he wasn't going to be the aggressor in anything. Shark wasn't going to actually try to kill any of them. He really did hope the opportunity came up though. If any of them had wanted to attack him, then he would have been rather excited about the chance to kill someone.

What had surprised him the most, though, was the fact that the ending was so sudden. There wasn't really any warning that would have suggested that it was coming. The ending was just something that had suddenly sprung on them. It was strange, but then again everything else that they had been through so far was as well. Nothing was what it seemed like, and he wondered if some part of this was a test. Well, thinking about it wasn't going to help anything. He had some issues to take care of before he did anything else. If they were going to head off on another mission, then he needed to get everything in order before that happened. Having anything on his mind to distract him if they were out was going to be a death sentence for someone who was supposed to be a practiced assassin.


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Ghost was right. She was cute. Cute and pyschotic, a type that was Georgie's favourite. He hadn't been interested at first, but now he was reconsidering his position. But Ghost wasn't like those girls, she definitely wouldn't easy fall in his lap like a petty little plaything. No, she was powerful too, the appointed leader of the whole mismatched, monstrous lot of them. Power was sexy and alluring.

Wasp wasn't bad either, but seemed too young. Georgie couldn't quite guess her age, and despite all the messed up things he enjoyed, had never liked the idea of being a kiddie-fiddler. It was interesting though, as they seemed to enjoy laying down the same slightly sarcastic observational humour. Maybe they could become friends, however that would work.

Of course, Georgie's own age was difficult to tell as well. Perhaps it was some type of magic, that let all the years of those he had killed take away the age from his face. How fanciful, but wholly unlikely. This was a world of tech and human ingenuity, not curses and witchcraft. Of course, both led to the same end: man becoming true gods, with all the powers of the universe imaginable. They had reached it, perfected it. Georgie could tell with his own heavily enhanced eyes.

The red-haired chick in the corner was of no interest to Georgie. She was a ****ing, by the looks of it. He had never liked the punk style. It was too flashy, too me-me-me, 'I'm tough and making a statement'. Georgie was very much a me-me-me lad, but he didn't wear it, apply it on his face, breathe it in. There was a sort of elegant dance in pretending to be interested in what someone else was saying, while entirely focusing on creating your own, thoughtful, beautiful reply.

A branch in Japan, Georgie mused, following Ghost and Shark's conversation, I've never been abroad. Her offer to Shark interested him quite a bit, but he didn't speak up. Requests only shifted more power to the one who could grant them, and Georgie would rather stay a helpful subordinate with no favours against him, holding him back.

Wait, what information? In all the thought of boats and the sea, Georgie had forgotten the main objective: the employee roster. He had no idea where it would be. On a computer of some sorts, he imagined. Or maybe it would be on a little slip of paper, like a grocery list, and he could tick the names off, one by one, as they were carefully killed and tucked away, their names waiting to be bared by one of the members of their team.

In an abrupt motion, Ghost announced her departure and slid her eyes over the group once before leaving. No one else seemed to move for a few moments after, held in the unsure position of not quite knowing if they could exit. Georgie slowly rose from his chair, running his hands through his hair and giving a slight smile.

"Well, that was a bit of a whirlwind, but it's been interesting meeting you guys. Anyone up to go have a few drinks?"

The question was partially a joke, delivered with a shrug and a slight laugh, but Georgie did intend to kick back a few beers in whatever bar he encountered first. It wasn't his usual thing, but it was an unusual day overall.

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Seeing Ghost cutely amused over her comment gave Wasp a small glimmer in her eye. It wasn’t wise to trust this company, she knew this well, but for some reason these people made her job… Fun? She wasn’t sure yet. Maybe H.E.A.R.T was trying to subliminally hypnotise her, for sometimes she felt for the smallest of moments that she could instil her own personal trust or faith into these assassinsane people. But that implied trust was an emotion that still bore residence within an unforgiving mind.

She snuffed a laugh at Shark’s serious answer towards Google Maps. Moments like these tempted her to believe that these people could make decent friends, assuming they weren’t the typical low-life murderers she knew who were destructive towards everything around them. Shark on the other hand seemed more professional, more rational about his intentions in his craft, giving her a little more hope for this company’s staff. Perhaps it couldn’t be all that bad to at least let herself enjoy their company during working hours.

When Ghost further commented about her ‘cute’ holograms Wasp, from her experience of them, saw them as anything but that. The genetic combination of brown hair and blue eyes fell on the rarer side of human traits and did give Ghost a pretty cute face in real life, though; when her eyes weren’t shrouded by a shadowed hood, Wasp couldn’t help but briefly gaze into them as she talked. Wasp’s role in the mission was pretty straightforward and she was more than happy to leave it at that. Placing the back of her hands to the sides of her face and entwining her fingers underneath her chin, she mockingly batted her eyes to take note of Ghost’s order before she abruptly left the room. “Take care, Miss Ghoster~”

The sounds of her shoes resounding down the hall faded as Wasp stood up, stretching her patterned arms over her head. “Here’s to a Round Two of our co-op party,” she raised a curious eyebrow at Smiles’ words, “but I think I’ll be passing on the booze, George,” A rumbling yawn squinted her eyes, suddenly remembering the name that he introduced himself with. She wasn’t sure what to make of the man. He was an unusual fellow, perhaps a little worryingly unstable, but then again Wasp was no good judge of character herself. Hell, the way she had been acting with her ‘nice’ apartment and ‘educated’ personality in her personal life, it could be seen that she was a bit of a ‘poser’ herself, as they say. All such things really did was mask the piles of crap hidden underneath the sleeves of her hood, but faking it ‘till she made it had always been a constant policy of hers. Life was all about the way you delivered a strategical perception of yourself for people to analyse.

When she was a little kid, she was really grand at convincing druggies that her blend of oral numbing agents, sugar and white powder was crack. Wasp laughed especially fondly at this ‘strategical perception’.

She gave her new teammates a wave before heading to the door... She definitely needed a cold shower after these really strange developments of today.

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