Into the Black, Part I: A Final Briefing

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Zed's been spending most of the day staring out the Observation Window. He doesn't need the holographic data or the floor plans anymore. He really didn't need them in the first place. He could have run this entire scenario in his head if he had had to. Laying it out on paper and screen was just a matter of convenience, and a way to double-check that he wasn't making an obvious mistake.

Either way, the time for prep is done. The word's gone out to the volunteers about tonight's briefing, and they have already begun to show up. Zed's found a quiet corner of the bar and a small table, on which sits the cylinder which is now projecting a holographic image of the MiB logo.

He's been staring at that logo. It's never been more compromised than it is right now. By the time this mission is done, it will stand for something again--or be finished for good.


But then comes the sight of the first people arriving, and just like that, all his worries are cast aside.

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Re: Arrival

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Goldilocks arrives in a vaguely timely fashion, and joins the mustering crowd. There's no visible weaponry or equipment about her person, though that doesn't mean she is lacking in that department.

Somewhat appropriately, she's a woman in black for this mission, sporting a sleek leather jacket over a turtleneck and cargo pants. Her illustrious hair is tied up (if only to keep oil spatter out of it) and mostly covered by a partially-rolled balaclava, also in black. Boots that are perilously close to sensible complete the ensemble.

She toyed with the spandex uniform Rachel got her for Christmas, but she just couldn't go with it in the end, despite a barrage of enthused incitement from Steph. She had an inkling that the Robin's encouragement would quickly turn into mockery once her wardrobe was out of range.

Speaking of Steph, she's not far behind. She might be sulking slightly.