[Emilio] News?

[Dimitry Zechevny]

The recruit dropped to the floor as the boot hit him clean in the side of the face. It was a pretty brutal impact, but it wouldn't do much except leave a killer bruise. Dimitry left his leg out, holding it there for a moment, before snapping it back in, and helping the guy up.

Don't drop your guard around your head for any reason. Anyone trained to kill will see that as a quick and clean kill. Protect your head and torso, that's the places you should be concerned about. Do that, and you'll be one step closer to being a capable combatant.

He nodded once, then patted him on the back forcefully, before he scurried back to the kneeling group of recruits. The angry red welt on the side of his face was testimony to the sound thrashing, but realistically, he had expected it. A fully fledged Lone Wolf against a green sapling of a recruit? Hardly fair. It wasn't meant to be.

Dimitry looked about the line. A fine group of lads. A couple of promising women as well. He smiled, before looking to a noise on his right. An aide was frantically waving a sheet of paper at him. He rolled his eyes. Did they not know he was helping out here today...?

10 Minutes Later...

The Special Operative began pacing. Who was this person he was to see? Apparently, he was of some importance. He just hoped he wasn't getting paired up. He'd managed to avoid it for the entirity of his career so far. He didn't want to have to babysit some scientist while trying to blow something up.

The door opened, and Dimitry swivelled round, bring his feet into a rigid attention, back straight as a board, looking straight forward. He had no idea who had entered. It wasn't his purpose to know. Yet.

[Emilio Russo]

Emilio was in a pretty good mood today. Probably not one of his best, but still pretty good. He liked working with people of his own talent level. It was fun to test himself against them and see if he could beat them in their own game. Most of the time he could, but there have been some very interesting results. The most interesting was probably the time when he had almost died in a mission with another special ops. Arthur hadn't been too happy about that, but it was so much fun for Emilio.

The man walked into the room that he was going to meet a Special Ops that he knew by association but not personally. He almost laughed out loud when he saw the man looking like a stuffed goose, standing up to attention. "At ease, Solider, no need to get so straight-backed with me. I'm no one special." He bowed slightly as he entered further, his usually wild black hair pinned to the back of his head so it wasn't that crazy. He wore a rather formal suit, but only because of the mission they were going to go on.

"Hey there. Dimitry, right? I'm Emilio Russo. I'm not even going to try to pronounce your last name. Russian isn't my strongest suit." Emilio smirked, his Italian accent bleeding through his voice slightly. He would have been going on this mission with his normal partner, but due to some mishaps in the tech department, Arthur was on bed rest for a few days. So, who better than with another Special Ops? "So, here's the deal..." He continued on with talking, stepping into the room a little more and turning on the projector in the middle of the room. "This guy, Jaques du Plessius, is a Os Rogue. We're here to assassinate him. Only problem, he's got half an army of Telum soldiers behind him. So, we're here to plan to get him at his mansion and try to avoid... most of the guards and get out alive."

He turned to look at the man and smiled wickedly, the rare gleeful smile peeking out from behind his usually apathetic or cocky demeanor. "You up for it?"

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[Dimitry Zechevny]

Dimitry immediately relaxed when he saw who it was. He'd seen him about, but not really met him properly. Emilio. He was supposed to be good. What interested him more was his proposition. He visibly tensed at the mention of a rogue, and even more at the mention of Telum. He grimaced. He hated people who defected. Dissidence. It was a plague upon everything political. Rebels and upstarts caused ripples, they were dangerous people, who wouldn't think twice about ripping the veil of secrecy they had so carefully woven.

Assassination. Well, that's something I can do. Layout seems simple enough to infiltrate. Guards, numbers count for nothing here. Any particular plans of your own?

He looked at the display, identifying the figure. Seemed somewhat familiar, but then, he had been in Os. Even if he was a dissident, he was trained, and trained well. Os doesn't accept those incapable of defending themselves. And Telum, despite being rebellious, they were good. In a sense, worthy adversaries.

Not to jump the gun, but I think we should get to planning now. We don't want him leaking anything vital to Telum. Such an event would be... Disastrous.

He thought about this for a minute. It wouldn't be one of those kills where people lived in fear of the mess made. None of the people in that mansion, nor the operatives were meant to exist. The problem with secrecy was the manner in which one had to conduct a campaign against the other.

We want a clean kill. No mess. We don't want word getting out. But it won't be possible to simply take his head off from the next town. I'm thinking...

He pointed at a single point of the display. A weaker section of the building, which he assumed could be breached in order to gain access. Get in, use the disruption of the demolition to get to the target, cap him, then mop up, before leaving.

...blow through here. It's weaker here than the rest of the building. I can arrange that. Then we can go wax this guy. Any problems you can see with this? Or perhaps a better plan? Planning has never been a particular area of speciality for me. I'd be glad of any coming from you.

He smirked. He enjoyed this aspect of his job. And he hadn't done anything for a couple of days, and nothing that involved him leaving the building, let alone the region. This would be a refreshing break from training duties.

I have to say working with another operative is good. It's good to know the partner is as capable as you are. I do so detest the idea of baby-sitting some techie, or even worse, a Valentine. Adds dead weight if you ask my opinion.

He smirked. He had no true experience of such a matter. But he imagined it would be rather... Burdening. You were responsible for anything that happened on a mission. Including the potential death of a partner. That was why, he assumed, they didn't lump two from the same department together. To ensure every base was covered. And in the case of Special Ops, reduces the loss, should everything go badly wrong.

[Emilio Russo]

It was true that Dimitry was good. Most of the lesser trained wouldn't have noticed the weakening, only seeing the numbers of guards and panicking. Instead, he didn't look at the guards unless it was at the weaknesses of the building. "Good. That part of the building, physically, has been broken down from a fight that had occurred there with minor explosives earlier. They haven't noticed it yet, keyword yet, and it had always been a less-looked at area. Why they aren't looking after it if there had been a battle there, I don't know. Which is why we should be very cautious." Emilio flipped the projector to another slide.

It showed scratchy, but recognizable photographs from the spotters that had flown over earlier today. "These," He motioned to a row of snipers encircling the top of the mansion, well hidden from the ground but in effective places to do their jobs. "are snipers. Obviously." He smirked and continued on with his point. "Although they aren't around that area either, at least not as thick, there are still a few. If we neutralize them, then the others will come over and that area will be top priority." He stared now at the map that was over to the side and the pictures of snipers and their locals.

"Now, if we sneak in we could possibly go with your plan. Silenced guns and camo will be needed... For me at least." He glanced at the other's suit and turned back to the projector.

"Excellent plan, though. We leave in an hour. There's no transport to there ready until then." He turned to Dimitry and shrugged a bit. "Want to get something to eat before we go?" And this was Emilio acting like an actual person... As much as he could.

He snickered at the spec ops words, his arms crossing and his hips tilting a bit. "You say that to my regular partner and he'd tear you limb from limb. He's all about rooting for the underdog." Emilio shook his head and stretched a little bit. "But I agree with you. It's nice not having to worry about the other person... or people. One mission I got when I first became Spec Ops was with a group of Techies. What they were expecting other than chaos, I have no idea." He rolled his eyes and snickered. "To say the least, it was FUBAR." Fucked up beyond all reasoning to the nth degree.

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[Dimitry Zechevny]

He nodded once, acknowledging the snipers. That would make things more difficult, but still, not insurmountable. They seemed to be relavtively spread out. Air drop was possible, a HALO (High Altitude Low Opening) jump was something he knew how to do extremely well, but it was somewhat dangerous, especially as a pair into a hotzone. Standard infiltration was possible too, but it risked exposure to the snipers. HALO seemed like a better plan, but he would need know if Emilio was a confident jumper.

Stealth will be necessary, but, if you're able... A HALO entry would be perfect. I can probably land on this with my eyes closed, fact of being an assassin, this sort of entry is a necessity sometimes. Drop in armed, pack on back to store some heavier weaponry in case of... Unforseen eventualities, land, take out the guards in the area.

He looked up to Emilio. Going to eat seemed like a plan. They were both suited up, weapons was not exactly an arduous task, everything was ready.

Of course. I don't intend on dying with an empty stomach.

He smirked before standing up, raising an eyebrow. Rooting for the underdog? How odd. He supposed in some ways, the Special Ops were a special form of underdog. Outnumbered, outgunned, but without fear, honed to perfection. He smirked again at his recollection of his babysitting.

Yeah, that seems pretty rough. Never had a partner myself. Never worked with anyone. Such is my luck, the one thing I can't abide, I get to avoid for a long stint. And the first time I get paired, I get paired with someone fully competent.

He grinned as he left the room, holding the door open for Emilio, before following him down the corridor, both of them wearing small smiles on their faces, garnering some inquistive looks from some of the other agents. The thing that confused them? Two Special Operatives, in the smae room, walking in the smae direction. And both smiling...