"Yo, watch where your going, dude." came the sound of a clipped american accent as a pretty brunette ran smack into a man coming out of a building in down town Paris. Accompanying the run in with a bitchy glare, the woman twisted and moved past the man who frowned as he watched her go. Muttering something under his breath, he continued down the stairs, none the wiser for the fact that he now was substantially lighter in the pocket.


Keeping her pace up, the brunette smiled as she stepped through the glass doors and let her gaze travel over the inner sanctum of the huge office building. Finding the elevators right where they should be, a sly smile flickered briefly over her expression before she ducked her head from the cameras and headed in that direction. Reaching for her ear, she made a show of flicking a lock of hair behind one but it was actually a cover for the words she muttered into her mic. "Like taking candy from a baby.. Peoples stupidity is truly amazing at times. Especially mens....."  she tsked, intentionally goading the listeners on the other end, unable to help herself.

Once reaching the bank of elevators, Mackenzie Gamble pulled up short and pressed a button. Careful to keep her face averted from the direct video lens, she glanced sideways as a janitors cart wheeled by. Briefly, eyes met and locked before the elevators pinged open and she stepped inside, cool as a cucumber. At least, till the doors shut. Then, she sprang into action, hitting several different floors before looking directly at the camera and blowing a kiss. This was followed by a grin, knowing that the person on the other end had already rerouted the feed so all evidence of her even being there was gone.

When the door pinged, Mac stepped out of the elevator and headed down the hall to the door she was in search of. Stepping inside, she scanned the area before heading for the front desk and giving the secretary her name. Directed to sit down and wait as she was "quiet early", the brunette did as directed.


At least, till the secretary's phone rang and the woman answered it, frowned and then sighed. "I'll be right down" she replied before hanging up and looking around the office. "Mr. Burbank will see you in a few." she told Mac before moving off down the hall and towards the private elevators that would take her downstairs.

Waiting a good minute to make sure the woman was actually gone, Mac then sprung into action, hurrying down the hall in the opposite direction towards the office she needed. Reaching it, she quickly looked up and down in time to see another familiar figure rounded the other end of the corridor. Giving a slight not, she swiped the key card she'd taken off the man earlier and heard a click.


BINGO. They were in.

Giving the other person a smirk when they joined her, she twisted the latch and stepped inside the office, knowing they only had minutes to see this done. "Search the cabinets.. I'll check the desk." she instructed, already moving to the huge mahogany desk. "We need a fast sweep for anything that might have to do with what Quinn needs info on."

Suiting actions to words, the brunette headed for the desk and spent the next five minutes flying through everything she could. Nothing jumped out at her but then, the lawyer would be a fool if he left incriminating evidence just laying around.


Then, her fingers traced over something in the bottom drawer of the desk and she grinned. "What have we here?" she muttered to herself before feeling around and finally finding a little lock. "I don't have time for this...." she breathed out before frowning and pulling out the ring of keys. sure enough, there was a little one on the ring. To easy. A quick fit and the secret compartment slid open, revealing yet another laptop. "come to mama..." she whispered, grabbing the thing up, only to hiss as she saw the flashing red light in the bottom of the drawer. Shit. Not good. "Come on!" she snarled, bolting to her feet even as she shoved the laptop into her bag. "We have to go... NOW !"

Paris was usually a place where everyone went for vacation, to fall in love and enjoy the French snobs food that Regan still hadn't come around to enjoying. But today was work and Regan couldn't exactly enjoy much when she was at work. Adjusting the backpack on her shoulders, she surveyed her surroundings while sliding her earbuds in. There was no music playing considering she had to listen to everyone else on the job through the earpiece, but she sure as hell couldn't concentrate very well with music playing in her ears. Hearing Kenzie's jab about men mad her laugh, easily hiding the laughter behind pretending to read a funny text message. "Easy, tiger," she shook her head, hopping down off of the wall she was sitting on to make her way inside.

Getting past security was easy since she looked like a young kid with her height, and she had managed to find some clothes to wear that made her look like a teenager. So, Regan simply looked like the daughter of someone who worked in the building coming to bug mommy or daddy for some cash or something like that. The elevator ride was short, head bobbing to the music that wasn't even on while listening to the chatter on the com. "Guys, guys, keep it quiet. Enough fuckin' chatter." she snipped harshly, stepping off of the elevator and making a right. Shit, she had taken the wrong elevator and it brought her onto the wrong side of the floor, hopefully Kenzie was delayed a few seconds. 

Just as she rounded the corner she spotted Kenzie at the door, jogging over to her with a quiet nod. The office was a little dark with the lights off but there was no time to turn them on. With Kenzie's instructions to scan cabinets she had to get her damned job done. "Stash anything in my backpack." Regan climbed onto the counter, glad she had put gloves on to hide her fingerprints even if it didn't do much at all in the long run if they were to get caught. The cabinets were full of papers, supplies, you name it. It seemed the man they were stealing from was a genuinely OCD freak with too many supplies-oh wait there was something. Pulling the small box from the back and popping it open, it was a bunch of change until she jiggled it and found a thumb drive. Maybe this would be useful. 

Looking up as Kenzie got a little nervous tilt to her voice and said they had to go, NOW, Regan quickly put everything back and jumped from the counter. Shoving the drive into her pocket, Regan followed Kenzie out of the office and split up. "Split, harder to catch us. Stay outta the elevators, take the stairs to your East, I'll take the South end. It'll bring us out behind the statues out front and make it easier to hide." Re pulled her hair up into a bun on top of her head, pushing the stairs door open and starting down them.

[/font] Nate jokingly asked as he pushed her buttons even while on the job. Hell, Quinn always wanted these three to hang out more and why not do it while they worked huh? Good old teamwork and friendship building after all. Either way the ladies got to go play in doors while Nate was stuck with the getaway vehicle duties. It was a damn good thing he was a good driver in a pinch, perhaps the best on the crew.

Nate was the man who wasn’t very serious even while in a crisis. Oh well, people had to get used to that, but in a pinch he could make decisions to save his friends and family if needed. He was a good field commander, just not a good leader in the rear. For his mind to really get kicking there had to be action about. His eyes couldn’t help but scan the courtyard in front of the building as he made slow rounds driving in a mismatched circle around the area. “Let me know if you both need a hot getaway…An be careful ladies…Those sexy asses will owe me bunches if I have to play hero, and come get you. No one left behind…Good ol’ Marine term for ya both…”

Nate stated this plainly as he knew he’d keep them both safe no matter what. Sure it was the man mentality but it was also what Reed had told him before the three left as well. MacKenzie was the boss lady, but Nate was the muscle. Nate could fight thankfully, but he wasn’t quite as good as Drew. He was a good sparring buddy, but that man was a beast. Nate was the driver of the group after all. Nate had the Marine training, which involved some martial arts, but not all extensively. He finally got through with his little perimeter recon and pulled the stolen Nissan into a parking spot and turned on some tunes.

This was when Regan yelled over the comm to knock off the chatter and he grunted turning the music down slowly. “Party pooper…” He stated openly as he looked out towards the front of the courtyard once more. However, when the two found their mark shortly after Nate smiled to himself and nods a bit. “Be quick…Can’t have too much attention drawn out here…Cops are ten minutes out last I checked the radio.” He stated with his own status check for them both. Cops or no cops however, this place had its own personal security, and these guys were good.

The CB radio they jacked from a cop having lunch earlier in the week to make sure they were prepared for a good exit. Though suddenly, comms rang out with tension as MacKenzie and Regan both seemed to need an exit. He heard Regan issue a warning to split up and he growled getting out of the car and checked his Glock secretly. “Hurry up ladies…I’ll give them a good old distraction to take some heat off ya’ll.” He said as his pace was brisk. He kept the front doors in sight, and also made sure he could zigzag his way back to the car easily enough.

Once at the doors he’d step inside and grins. Three guards made up the company here and they were all busy with trying to contain the intrusion. Thus Nate marched up to the first one by the inside door, he acted as if he’d pass the man by but as he stepped next to the guy an elbow slammed into his gut. As the man doubled over he’d bring the same elbow upwards and slammed it into the guy’s nose knocking him down and straight out of the fight. One guy out cold and the other two guards definitely had Nate in their sights.

Now they had a choice, one guard chattered on the comms about a man in the lobby, while he directed only a few to try and apprehend the ladies. “Alright gals…I have some attention…Try and be fast, weapons can be drawn here…An I ain’t Drew…” He warned them both with a grunt. The next guard that wasn’t on the radio was upon him next and Nate took a punch to the cheek easily enough. A stumble in his step as he regained his composure, he then felt a hand on his shoulder. Nate’s arm shot up out of instinct and he wrapped it around the other guys arm and broke his grasp. Bringing the hand down Nate twisted the man’s arm and pulled him to spin his form so he faced away.

The guard was now a human shield as Nate smirked pulling his Glock and aimed towards the other guard. Nate knew he had about a minute tops with this stand off before more men showed up to close the gap. The man held his own ground with his standard issue Berretta 9 mm pistol aimed towards Nate. They were definitely mercenary men, prior military. Whoever owned this place had trained men to protect it, and Nate knew this situation could be dire if any of the crew got captured. “Watch yourselves…These guys have training…Prior military.” He updated them regularly after all. “Dunno if they’ll use cops or keep it in house…Ten minutes tops starting now.” With his sit rep sent off to MacKenzie and Regan Nate held his ground trying to buy them both time, and as little resistance as possible.~[/ul]

Something was rotten in Denmark. Or Paris as this case seemed to be. Mac felt it in her bones as she grabbed her bag and was out the door, Regan behind her. A quick look up and down the hall and then she nodded to the other womans directions, already jogging down the hallway to the back elevators. In her ear, she heard Nate's voice giving them the count down but she had a feeling that was being optimistic. It wasn't going to take ten minutes for the goons to come calling and this thought was confirmed when the sounds of shouts rang out from the other end of the corridor. Glancing back over her shoulder, the brunette saw the secretary come around the corner with two burly looking men who had the look of "private" security. 

Shit, shit, shit. So not good but nothing they hadn't dealt with before.

Ducking quickly around the corner, she waited for a moment, relieved not to hear the sounds of shouts telling her to stop. Moving as quickly as possible to the other exit that lead out into the main hallway, she swiped her card and then was out. "Clear of the honey hole" she muttered into the mic before striding to the stairwell and ducking into the chamber. "Baby, I hope your really as good as you think you are cause your sure like to talk when we're trying to work here!" she told the man on the other end even as she hurried downwards. Booted heels resounding on the steps, she took the first couple flights and then froze as the sound of voices from below caught her attention. "Crap, I've got company in the stair shaft. Anyone got eyes out on the elevators?" As soon as she asked that though, she knew she couldn't wait for the answer. She was going to have to take a chance or get caught like a sitting duck on the landing.


Making a quick decision, she ducked on to the floor she was at and frowned as she took a look at the number. Fifth floor.  Not wanting to be found lurking, the brunette strode towards the elevators and was quiet happy to find them open just as she reached it. Ducking inside with the woman waiting, she pressed the first floor and counted the seconds as the shaft descended. As much as she hated being caught in an elevator now, it was better than the stairs.  Radio silence was held on her end as she listened to the other crew members check in and then forced a smile for the other woman who glanced in her direction. "nice weather we are having, isn't it?" she drawled out, getting a confused look from the stranger who probably didn't understand her English.


When the ping came warning of their arrival on the designated floor, MacKenzie ducked her head and stepped out. Chaos erupted around her as she took in the foyer and then she was moving as swiftly as possible towards the front exit. Catching sight of Nate, she gave him a swift nod and was almost to him when the sound of a shout rang out from behind her. Twisting to pull her own gun, the young woman prepared to counter the threat but was broadsided out of nowhere by a guard that seemed to think he had nothing to loose by grabbing her. Instinctively, she moved to bring her gun around but a hard hand slapped it aside, sending it flying across the room to land with a thud against the information desk.


Well, THAT wasn't supposed to happen, Mac thought ideally even as a hand wrapped around her throat and she was held tight against a muscled chest. Eyes instantly lifting towards Nate, the young woman swore silently as she tried to shake her head, the silent message for him to go in her whiskey eyes. Something she was pretty sure he'd ignore.

"Lookie what i got here." came a hard voice behind her even as she grimaced at the sound. "Put down your gun, man, if you don't want me to kill the pretty here."

Seriously? Mac thought to herself even as her nails went to his hand. "Dude, is that the best you got?? Doesn't the whole big and dumb routine get old for you?" she hissed.  "At least be original would you? The whole "ME BAD GUY, YOU DAMSEL IN DISTRESS" thing is so old school." she continued before bucking back at him and cursing when she felt the barrel of a gun butt against her temple.

Regan hadn't exactly been expecting to be told to get out right away as soon as she walked into the office. Kenzie's frantic 'get out' had sent her into immediate panic for a few seconds as she tried to gather herself so she could get out. Then the training kicked in, the training that had saved her ass on multiple occasions when she needed to get out of dodge fast with other people. Splitting up was the safest bet since this way, they could separate and if one got caught the others could save the others asses. "Outta the stairway, Kenzie, you should have clear elevators," she managed, running down a few flights of steps until she herself heard voices. Without having to think, she ran through the door onto the third floor. 

Making it seem like she belonged there, Regan resettled her backpack and growled when she heard Kenzie talking about someone being a caveman. Snorting, she ducked into the stairway and made her way down the stairs while thinking up a plan. "Distraction coming your way in t-minus twenty seconds." Re burst out the door into the back alleyway, looking around and spotting their getaway cars. Okay, she had to keep the back alley clear and get everyone concentrated on the front of the building where everyone would be. Taking a deep breath, she surveyed the security camera situation and smirked, realizing she was on the entire side of the building had no cameras at all. 

"Duck," she smirked, pulling a flashbang and smoke grenade from her bag, starting to climb up a fence. Looking around, "Duck…" Regan found her position and threw the few smoke grenades, waiting for them to set off before throwing a few firecrackers and then the three flash bangs she had. "Goose! GO GO GO!" Jumping down, she ran past her backpack, grabbing it on the fly and rushing to the car she had. Sliding, quite literally, to a stop, she popped the door and climbed in, starting the engine and waiting for people and directions.

"WE'VE GOT A BREACH!!' 


It was the call they'd been waiting for and as such, Lexi pushed to her feet, already on the move. Glancing over at the others, she made it out the door and towards the cars in record time. Sliding into the passenger side of a black Benz, the brunette pulled out her phone and made a call as her partner sped through Paris traffic to the office building in question. "Yeah, boss.. We're on the move" she spoke into cell, getting the answering affirmative on the other end. "Do we neutralize the problem?"  she continued, listening once more before hanging up. Turning to the driver, she pulled out her sig and checked the mag before giving the man a nod. "We're a go. The boss wants whatever they took back."


Figuring that said it all, the brunette let her gaze scan the traffic as they spun a corner and looked down the block  separating them from their target. Nothing out of the ordinary seemed to be happening from the outside but that said nothing in all reality. Narrowing her gaze, she frowned as they started sped down the space distancing them from their target.


Instinct had her scanning for trouble and it came in the form of a sudden commotion from pedestrians. Smoke suddenly filled the space between them them and their goal and civilians screamed as if they'd been gas'ed. Which, she wryly thought they probably had been. After all, it was what she would have done if she needed to buy time. 


With confusion reigning in the streets and traffic backing up, Lexi directed the driver to pull over to the side, deciding to go on foot. Opening the Benz door, she grabbed the gas mask that Evan held out and then put it over her face before barreling down the block. Pushing and shoving at the people separating her from the building where the trouble had started, the young woman hid her gun in her coat pocket till she was half a block away. 

Damn it, that distraction had lot them time but it didn't slow her down as she barreled towards the entry doors. 

A simple job, that's what this was supposed to be. In, out, be done with it after handing off the goods the girls were retrieving. He was in freaking Paris for the first time in his life and here he was, working away at finding some shit that the boss needed to intervene with God knows what. At the mention of having to do the job, to say that Drew had been willing was a laughable statement since he had wanted to spend his week off relaxing from his real life job. His fighting had stepped up a notch and when he was offered a week off of doing anything, he had planned to spend it on the beaches watching some sexy ass girls jog by. But no. He was here.

Sighing and crossing his arms over his broad chest, leaning back against the cement wall in the shade. Here he had a nice view of the entrance and the street panning out in front of him. And he was in the shade. To anyone else, he looked like a guy waiting for someone to meet up with him or someone killing time. At least he wasn't terribly obvious like some people were when they were on a job. Hell, he'd been at this for so long he couldn't not be natural at it all. It was somewhat hard to believe that he had grown up in the life on the other side of the law while spending his free time at a martial arts gym training to be a ranked fighter. Most people looked at that as an odd way to spend your life.

The banter on the comm quickly cut out when he heard Kenzie saying something about leaving, but he didn't move a muscle. He was trained to wait for the signal, he wasn't moving until he heard those specific words. "What distraction?" he snapped, knowing Regan's habits of using rather extravagant distractions. A high-powered engine caught his attention as the beamer came into view down the road and before he knew it, a smoke bomb bounced in front of him. Covering his mouth he started through the massive fog, trying to dodge people as he went but it got rather thick and hard to see. Suddenly he ran into a petite framed woman, turning as his hands wrapped around her arms and he looked down, stopping a bit. That face, he knew those eyes, knew that petite body. Before he could say or do anything he started to cough from the smoke, shaking off who he had just seen and ran out of the smoke towards the cars.

As Drew cleared the smoke he glanced around, seeing Regan waiting for them but didn't see anyone else. "Kenize!?" he snapped, realizing that she was still inside when she should be out. Leave it to the guards actually doing their jobs for once and catching the ladies. Taking a deep breath, he settled his hat on his head more and ran for the doors. Lexi wasn't in his head anymore, the girl he thought he had seen was gone and he was running to safe his friends…his new family. They were a little more important at the moment than his past considering they were the reason he was alive. Taking a deep breath, he pulled his gun out, ducked his head a bit, and made his way inside. 

It was a few quick seconds before he spotted Kenzie with the brute guard, gun pressed to her head. IT had to be Kenzie who got caught. Sighing, he walked up and just as the guard turned to look at Drew, he socked the man in the face and quickly knocked the gun away, grabbing Kenzie and lifting his own gun. "DON'T. MOVE." he yelled to the others, making his way out the door, practically trying to drag MacKenzie as they made their way out the doors. "Through the smoke, go. Regan's waiting across the street." Drew ran behind Kenzie into the smoke, spotting Regan and the cars, wondering how this girl had managed to do this but decided not to question it. She was a snake sometimes, getting herself in places that he was positive he'd get caught trying to get to. Drew jumped into a car, flipping the car on and taking off with the others.