Division

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Azrael waited patiently for Wesley to answer. "I think they're inviting us to a nice dinner." he joked, shaking his head at his own humor. She didn't find it funny, however, she didn't find most things to be funny as well. "Now that you're here, I'm pretty sure it has to be something good." It was true that she tried harder than most of the other recruits. She owed Division and wouldn't be forgetting that. "Fifty bucks says it's a promotion." he smirked, clasping his hands together behind his back as they continued forward. She hoped so. Azrael felt that she more than deserved it by now.

"That would be welcoming," she added as they entered the room. Vincent was waiting for them, along with two agents. She stopped in her tracks once inside the room, giving a curt nod to Paul and Sara.

"Good morning, recruits." Vincent greeted them as Sara handed out the files to the both of them. He continued without waiting for pleasantries to be exchanged from Wesley and Azrael. "It is a rare opportunity where two recruits may graduate on the same mission so let's make the most of this, shall we? The daughter of a pair of arms dealers is getting married this weekend, opening their estate to guests for the first time in years. The loving parents are also using the wedding as a cover to sell their wares which may include a missile. And naturally we must secure something so deadly. On top of that someone we've been looking for a while has popped up on the guest list. That gives us two objectives, find the armory and take down the targets. Both must be done with little disturbance to the wedding as well. If you have any questions feel free to ask them now before moving on to Sophia who will give you the clothes you need as well as more information on your respective targets."

Azrael listened intently, grasping every detail he shared. She wouldn't mess this up. She was ready to move on and no longer be viewed as a recruit. This was her opportunity to shine and she mad to make the most of it. Azrael stood quietly for a minute, trying her best to come up with something to ask--anything. She wasn't sure what details could and could not be shared prior to the mission beginning. However, she had a hunch that that was all they were actually going to get out of Vincent. Instead of asking further questions, she bowed her head briefly and pulled the file containing the contents of their mission close to her body. "Thank you Vincent for the opportunity to prove my worth. I'm ready whenever you are." She glanced to Paul then Sara awaiting their permission to leave and change.

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She had decided to go with punching next, however before she could get her next move in one of the trainers called for their attention. His name was Issac, if she was remembering correctly, and the dark haired male had recently been promoted to agent but instead of going to travel the world on missions he opt'd to sticking around here to train the recruits. Poor choice, in her mind.

Once she turned to look at him he stated that they were due for the computer room in ten minutes, leaving them an opening to grab breakfast if they wished so long as they were not late. With that said her gaze returned to Cross and, after a sigh, she addressed him. "Save this for another time?"

 

Cross looked at the man who'd just walked for a quick moment before turning back to Lily. If they were needed now, then there was not much for him to do. "Sure." The small session that they had was enough for him to gauge her skills and what he got was that working with her would not have him felling like he was being held back. Still the trainer was waiting so he headed in his direction.​

 

Vincent smiled at Azrael's reply, feeling a bit of pride for the girl. "I expect great things from the two of you." Once that was said he turned his attention to Wesley, his smile fading as he returned to his business mode. "Azrael will be working with the wedding planner and you will be a buyer looking for heavy weaponry for a terrorist cell you will be representing, so a guest in other words."