"I....hate her." He started walking to the garage, and hit the intercom. "Brad, meet me at my car. If you don't know, it's the 87 firebird."

Brad had just climbed 20 floors in 4 minutes when he heard Shade tell him to meet him in the car.

Grrr... Will you make up your bloody mind, dammit?

He flicked open his phone and rang Shade up again.

"I'm almost there, I'l meet you in the office afetr I put my stuff down."

"They're called elevators Brad. We installed them for a reason. In fact, we bought a giant business building for a reason. Or our predecessors did. I wish I knew that reason."

Kalland shrugged "ok. More for me" He wanders into the garage and gets into his car, A modified Pergeot 206 and drives away

Brad waited until he was inside the office before answering Shade.

"Well, I don't like elevators. There was one op I was on where we had to kill a crimelord in a guarded building. A large part of our plotting revolved around ingenious ways to kill him while he was taking the elevator down. In the end, we decided to wait for him to come down, kill the goons at the front door in the space of time it took the elevator to descend 20 stories, then point a 30mm aircraft gun out the back of a converted SUV and annihilate him before he even knew he was dead. When I saw the photos in the paper the next day... well, let's just say that it made an abattoir look like your living room. Since then, I've always taken the stairs. Good exercise, too."

"Anyway, here's the stuff I got from the log people."

Brad opened his box and shoed Shade the packets of NAPS tablets and auto-injectors.

"Nerve Agent Pre-Treatment Supplements. Increases your resistance to nerve gases of all kinds. Invaluabel if we're doing shit like this. And the auto-injectors here are for in case some idiot actually gets hit by the gas, in which case I will take care to administer the atropine in the needles to his balls, that the world may be spared further morons like him."

He opened up the team vault and placed the box inside.

"Oh, and I forgot. Coffee for Shad. My doctor-sense tells me that you're going to give me more work if you don't get some."

Shad reappeared magically, motorcycle helmet in hand. "Coffee? For me? You shouldn't have." She grinned and stuffed the thermos into her backpack. "So, ya ready to go, Shade?"

Henna stood up and brushed herself off,
"Food sounds good" She bounded after Shade hoping to claim one of the four seats in his car, since she did not own one.

"I shouldn't have? Well, If I didn't, you'd have bashed in another intern's head for being a second too late obeying your edicts. And speaking of bashing heads in, while I have nothing against that, please don't do it in front of me. The Hippo oath compels me to administer first aid to all of your victims, and when there's no coffee, there's a lot of them. You'd think a Navy captain could get by without doing grunt work, but nooo, I had to be the genius to transfer here... " His voice trailed off as the glass door closed behind them.

Just sitting down in his litle WVGolf he called up.
-Where are we going to eat then?

[OOC]Wa with my girlfriend all weekend so haven't been to much on the internet

Shade saw Henna coming, and said, "Nope. Sorry but you're going to china to check out that other place. Take anybody you want with you."

Shade got into his car, and turned on the engine. "So, do we want to eat first? Or forcefully extract information first?"