Saul
Inactive Member
"The Icebox", Hope (P1-3)
0500 hours, local time
For veteran and rookie agents of the FED Field Teams, the infamous "Icebox" was a familiar place that many called home. Every agent, no matter where they were stationed now, had at some point been here. For training, as security, or simply as a member of the Field Teams that based themselves out of the "Icebox" for operations.
So no matter where they had been stationed previously, the order that came down to the various agents wasn't too unfamiliar. Those not already there had been set up with a series of flights from various shuttles, set up in such a way as to dissuade tails or at least make them easier to spot on the way in.
Those already at the post, whether it be from awaiting orders after completing training, or any other reason, had been given orders a few days prior to report to the briefing room no later than 0515.
When they would arrive, the briefing room was visually every bit like a typical government workplace. A 3D display set up in the center of the room, surrounded by a rectangular table, and a screen at the far end of the room. The opposite wall from the screen was floor-to-ceiling windows showing the hall outside - and really little else save for the passing staff and the empty meeting room across the way.
Between the beige walls, partially lowered curtains in front of the hall windows, rather featureless carpet, artificial lighting since they were underground, and not-quite-comfortable chairs - it was hardly a warm and welcoming place for the uninitiated or those not familiar with the confines of an office-space.
In fact, Valerie mused, the coffee and donuts on the table were about the most welcoming things in the entire room. She stood at the head of the table between the screen and the door in, clad in black wing-tips, khaki slacks, and a plain white button-down shirt with sleeves rolled up partway up her arms. Between her visible tattoos, her unique hair-style, and the wrap-around shades pushed up into her headline she didn't look like the staff agents around the area.
Which was appropriate. Because she was just a team leader being told to dress nice. Even if she didn't like to. But of course that was an easy way to tell the actual team members apart from the staff in this place: with Strike Team members being the less talkative and coffee guzzling sorts at this hour of the morning working among yawning and shuffling night-shift staff members.
Valerie sipped from her coffee and glanced at her watch, before returning her gaze to the door. She expected the first of them to be arriving at any minute now.
0500 hours, local time
For veteran and rookie agents of the FED Field Teams, the infamous "Icebox" was a familiar place that many called home. Every agent, no matter where they were stationed now, had at some point been here. For training, as security, or simply as a member of the Field Teams that based themselves out of the "Icebox" for operations.
So no matter where they had been stationed previously, the order that came down to the various agents wasn't too unfamiliar. Those not already there had been set up with a series of flights from various shuttles, set up in such a way as to dissuade tails or at least make them easier to spot on the way in.
Those already at the post, whether it be from awaiting orders after completing training, or any other reason, had been given orders a few days prior to report to the briefing room no later than 0515.
When they would arrive, the briefing room was visually every bit like a typical government workplace. A 3D display set up in the center of the room, surrounded by a rectangular table, and a screen at the far end of the room. The opposite wall from the screen was floor-to-ceiling windows showing the hall outside - and really little else save for the passing staff and the empty meeting room across the way.
Between the beige walls, partially lowered curtains in front of the hall windows, rather featureless carpet, artificial lighting since they were underground, and not-quite-comfortable chairs - it was hardly a warm and welcoming place for the uninitiated or those not familiar with the confines of an office-space.
In fact, Valerie mused, the coffee and donuts on the table were about the most welcoming things in the entire room. She stood at the head of the table between the screen and the door in, clad in black wing-tips, khaki slacks, and a plain white button-down shirt with sleeves rolled up partway up her arms. Between her visible tattoos, her unique hair-style, and the wrap-around shades pushed up into her headline she didn't look like the staff agents around the area.
Which was appropriate. Because she was just a team leader being told to dress nice. Even if she didn't like to. But of course that was an easy way to tell the actual team members apart from the staff in this place: with Strike Team members being the less talkative and coffee guzzling sorts at this hour of the morning working among yawning and shuffling night-shift staff members.
Valerie sipped from her coffee and glanced at her watch, before returning her gaze to the door. She expected the first of them to be arriving at any minute now.
