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  1. Carmen

    Carmen Queen of Crime

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    "Pull down in case of emergency," the fire engine red shorts of a man proudly displayed as he danced in nothing but that, a revealing body suit, and a printed silk scarf of Savador Dali's 'The Persistence of Memory'. Carmen (currently under disguise as Portuguese tourist Paloma Lucas) thought the pants were a clever-but-overused gimmick, although she was obliquely grateful for the reminder.

    She had seen nearly everyone. Johnathan Nimble exiting the elevator, watched by a rather curious young woman. Her Jester entertained a well-dressed crowd while Adrianna Covrenzi made a refined entrance into the Central Hall. To the far left was a man she recognised as Nace Bilby with a lovely blond in satin-v-neck. She watched Zack steady a Dancer of Lights, a well-hidden Lee Jordan passing a certain Israeli who provided commentary to a brunette in lapis. And then her eyes noticed an observant woman in a much more demure disposition than her young companion who occasionally shouted 'This is my girlfriend' in Russian-laced English.

    Perhaps the red shorts were right, and her present situation indeed qualified as an emergency.

    The thief finished her first glass of champagne.

    From the beach to the interior of the Copacabana Palace Hotel were pockets of familiar faces--ACME agents--whose presence for her birthday clearly fell under the 'not-invited' category. While the logical part of her was willing to leave this outcome to coincidence, the dreamily phantasmal notions invoked by the party's theme convinced her that something else was amiss.

    Further inquiry and clever leading revealed something sinister involving assumed narcotics lord Barbas Chuate and a new player in the game, Swiss-hailed Dominic Geiser. While she wasn't in this business, she liked to stay informed. This Geiser sounded like quite a character.

    Carmen promised to connect with Vincent Fumigalli as soon as she was 'safely' here and she had no plans to break her word. Safety was paramount, but curiosity... that was something else entirely. Until she figured out the reason for this unusual concentration of detail from the San Francisco-based agency, she would not proceed.

    As luck would have it she came across a friendly face, or rather, as 'friendly' as the form of a masked plague doctor could get.

    "Lost again?" Hooking her wrist briskly under his arm, she guided him in a flowing pace through thick crowds. "Paloma Lucas," she introduced to thwart further confusion, "you have an invitation to an event of mine, Doctor?"

    From the relaxing tension in his muscles she could tell he understood who she was but had no words to reply. Remarks from him were not necessary, and she continued.

    "You'll find Vincent and let him know I'm all right, but I have a show to observe prior," by 'show' she meant whatever was about to transpire, "And if you can spread the word that Emca is about, I'm grateful. Thank you, Acton."

    She enclosed his hand in hers, and with a light tap, released him as she disappeared into a wave traversing faces.


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  2. Ann

    Ann Archaeology Expert

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    ACME's instructor in archaeology was not as much here for the performance of the operation as she was to just enjoy a visit to Rio. In fact, her role in the mission was all but nil, as she would simply play to give credence to the covers of her associates.

    Ann naturally stood to the side of the display case protecting the storied 'Band of Flight'. She had a glass of red wine in hand and was taking delicate but frequent sips. Her iris-blue moiré dress appeared rather drab in the dim lighting, though the gold bow and silk straps around her shoulders would gleam when she occasionally shifted underneath the glare of a light. The tassel streaming from the dress' long, asymmetrical ruffled skirt dragged along the floor. Her hair was unusually fixed with a flowing wave and draped behind her shoulders, and when she turned her head at certain angles, a rather sparkly ear might be visible.

    She was hardly impressed by the company she was in tonight. None of these celebrities could be nearly as interesting as someone like Charles I or the Macedonian, Philipp II. The archaeologist was just thinking about Hatshepsut when she noticed a nearby attendee who seemed to be capable of projecting the essence of appointed significance. She betrayed quite the interest in the Spanish treasure, an intense twinkle emanating from the woman's eyes. Glad to be in good company, Ann half-waved at the elegant, blond woman and offered a placid "Hello."
     
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  3. Contessa

    Contessa V.I.L.E. Agent

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    Adrianna's focus was interrupted by the greeting and wave of a nearby party guest. It was a younger woman with dark hair and light eyes who wore a unique style of dress and held in her hand a glass of red wine.

    It had been several months since her last social soirée, and the Countess wondered if this was someone she had once met. Perhaps in Spain or Egypt? The princesses and heiresses that attended events were getting so young these days, and while the Copacabana Palace was one of Rio's most exclusive parties, the guest list was too extensive to narrow down. Without a name coming to mind, Adiranna gave a crafted grin and simply replied, "Hello darling. Have we met before?"
     
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  4. Vic

    Vic Confidence Man

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    While Vic worked to keep the organizers happy and at the same time to keep himself calm, he started noticing a lot of the VILE kids were already arriving. He knew this because part of the gig to make sure Carmen's party was safe and secure was to set up some surveillance tapping throughout the Copacabana Palace Hotel. This was nothing beyond the usual. Party organizers set up their own equipment all the time, all Vic had to do was pay a little extra to rig the thing with WiFi-enabled nodes.

    Then he remembered Eartha. She texted him several days ago, not exactly clear which 'Rio' she landed at. Being mindful, Fumigalli sent another note: Eartha, babe, you in the right place now?
     
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  5. Molly

    Molly Agent

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    "Thank you," Molly smiled. Working in O'Sullivan's bar she wasn't a stranger to compliments about her looks, but there was something very sincere about the way the South African spoke. She decided she liked that, "It's not a Springbok jersey but I think this looks good on you too."

    Unlike the other members of ACME she didn't have a radio, and would have to rely on Nace's connection. Leaning closer, Molly straightened the tuxedo bow-tie and brought herself closer to his microphone, "Chickpea checking in," She confirmed to the command room in a casual enough manner, so that any observers would think she was simply adjusting and commenting on her date's clothing.

    It was over Nace's shoulder that Molly spied a rather nervous looking man. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but he looked just a little too familiar and a little too suspicious.

    "Psst," Molly whispered and quickly tilted her head towards the man, "I think we should keep an eye on him."
     
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  6. Nace Bilby

    Nace Bilby Agent

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    "I am glad to hear that I cleaned up nicely enough." Nace replied, butterflies swarming his stomach. He hadn't felt this way in a long while.

    "I did, however, have ample incentive to do so." Nace replied, feeling the butterflies' wings flapping even faster in his stomach with Molly's closeness.

    At Molly's mention of the man he became all business again, however a glance into his eyes would reveal the butterflies were quite active and joined by the pitter patter of his heart.

    "What did you see?" Nace asked Molly, seeming to whisper in his date's ear, "And I agree we should keep an eye on the bloke."
     
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  7. Tanya

    Tanya Press Director

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    Tatyana Erzin, for her eye in the art of disguise, joined the team in Rio de Janiero as part of the mobile crew. Commander Ivy was in charge of the surveillance team while Lee Jordan's inside job relied on Tanya Erzin and Mikal Darsha. The Russian Press Officer and the Israeli Informant had worked together before in a case spanning several countries, this would be their second field assembly. Except this time, they had a more important asset to monitor. Chase Devineaux took time off from his busy schedule to help with a little 'trust' problem. Jordan's cover story involved ties with fictional Swiss Banker Dominic Geiser. People have talked about Chase as if he had one personality, but with over a decade of work as a covert agent, Devineaux was an incredible actor.

    As if taking care of ACME's Director of Operations wasn't stress enough for Erzin, Jordan just reported a no-show on Barbas Chuate's part. The primary target was starting to get cold feet. All this while a perpetual enemy happened to appear.

    The newly disguised Dominic Geiser waited patiently on a chair in front of a lit mirror. A talented make-up artist meticulously adjusted his facial hair. Chase studied his reflection, and after a long assessment of the man in the looking glass, he shrugged with the corners of his mouth.

    "Sir, you don't like the beard?" the artist spoke with a brisk but respectful tone as she paused to try guess his thoughts.

    He said nothing.

    Tanya, removed from another round of comm-checks, came close for her first look at the Swiss Banker. She was awed.

    "Oh, wow," the rarely expressive Russian changed her viewing angles but kept her eyes on his reflection, "Da..."

    "I did good?" the female artist tucked her brush behind her as she placed both hands on her hips. Her name was Argine Marks and until today, she had worked professionally for the makeup department of Cirque du Soleil. Getting her second degree with ACME Academy resulted in this quick trip to Brazil and being Tanya's right hand when it came to prosthetics and paint jobs.

    "Wow..." was the Russian's only reply.

    "I'm going to go clean up," Argine acknowledged with some pride, "then we'll be on standby until you say the word."

    "Thank you, Gene," Chase added as she left and Erzin noted his posture and the way he talked felt a good distance from what she recognized.

    Tatiana spent the next few seconds meeting Dominic Geiser's discerning glance in the mirror. Any agent could attest to the almost surreal experience when the Director of Operations thoroughly looked at someone. His expression had a way of relaying empathy, and Tanya was convinced he was either reading her mind or she wanted him to.

    "Stay calm," Devineaux encouraged, "let Jordan handle the talking and Darsha handle the floor, I'll be fine."

    He was right, she was nervous. While she didn't fully agree with leaving the talking to Jordan, she nodded. The confidence Chase exerted was reassurance enough.

    "It isn't only that," the blond made an apologetic gesture towards her boss, "Ivy's surveillance team is starting to notice suspects. Some of them are familiar."

    "How familiar?"

    "V.I.L.E-familiar," Erzin reported, "What do you want to do?"

    Chase glanced to the mirror and moved his head slightly back as if to check the disguise again, but Tanya felt something deeper. It read like a symbolic action, a man in conversation with his own logic. As she attempted to understand him, she was suddenly reminded of Arctic ships forcing their way into thick, blue-white sheets of ice.

    "Let Ivy handle that," Devineaux replied with finality, "Keep focused, Tatyana"

    And 'score', the Russian internally thought, for the ice.
     
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  8. Derrin

    Derrin Agent

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    Derrin's cheeks burned, the mask she wore gratefully concealing the flush.

    "Thanks." she replied, both for the drink and the advice. Taking a quick sip, she readjusted the fabric of the garment. She then smiled at the gentleman, her expression asking, is this better? which he responded to with a quick nod.

    Paying heed to the second part of his statement, she glanced over in the general direction, quickly picking out the individuals that obviously did not belong. Not willing to make any sudden moves, she took yet another sip, for now content with observation.
     
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  9. Ivy

    Ivy Commander

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    Ivy nodded and mentally checked of the names as confirmation came in. Wildcard (Tex), Dingo (Nace), Chickpea (Molly), Bacon(Zack), Cobra (Derrin), Spock (Evgeni), Bones (Sophie) and Poodle (Lee) were all in position, though a few had yet to reply. Zack was due to arrive in the next few minutes, while Calina Coranos worked translating the incoming audio feed.

    This was her cue to go. From now on, Jason West - one of ACME's newest recruits - was going to help keep an eye on the cameras. With spiked hair and sleeve tattoos, the 30-year-old looked more like he should be fronting a rock band than behind the nerve center of ACME's covert operations. Despite appearances however, he was chosen for his calm demeanor and the fact that few other computer specialists bore the same enthusiasm for high risk missions.

    "Keep close tabs on Bones and Cobra," She gestured towards two of Jason's screens, "They're closest to the entrances."

    As she left the control room, Ivy grabbed the tuxedo jacket from a chair and dexterously knotted her back tie. Paired with skirt, pumps and one of the few plain white masks ACME was able to procure, she looked no different from one of the Copacabana's staff members.

    The Commander did not have to walk far to see that there was a slight commotion as a rather important looking man entered the party. He sported a silk eggplant pinstriped suit and fedora, complete with a blood red dahlia on his his lapel. Even though he was a large man - stout, square and seemingly equal parts muscle and fat - he seemed to walk with an odd amount of ease and swagger through the crowd as he headed towards the Golden Room. There was little doubt, it was Barbas Chuate.

    Just close enough to get visual verification, Ivy whispered to the ground team, "Grub. Main entrance. Let Poodle make first contact."
     
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  10. Sophie

    Sophie Medical Staff

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    He was an extraordinary escort, colourful and flamboyant--and, at this time, he was exactly what Doctor Sophie Conrad desired. While she dawdled before a carefully curated array of artifacts with remarkable history and value, conscientiously inspecting both the relics and their accompanying descriptions, Evgeni Morozov amused and distracted the curious vicinity. She agreed to all his claims with amicable lightheartedness and they trailed through the Gallery of the Copacabana Palace arm-in-arm. Sophie leaned into her companion, now and then, to quietly point out the marble balusters that guarded the carefully-restored staircase they had climbed and, later, steered his attention to the heavy chandeliers that hung in stately uniform over the Antique Casino rooms.

    She had some elementary knowledge--both on and off the record--about what ACME had come to Rio de Janeiro for, but did not quite foresee the assemblage of VILE members she had flagged so far, as her verbal orientation of the space continued through the nano-transmitter attached to her mask. Using the various rooms, their plastered columns and crystal chandeliers as landmarks, she highlighted--to Evgeni and the Command Room--the figures she recognised, both ACME and VILE… leaving out only one.

    Sophie had identified the enigmatic Carmen Sandiego not by the way she had stood out from the milieu, but from the way she had evanesced into it. It had been but a glimpse, and in as quickly as the Delphic kleptomaniac passed into and out of her vision, the doctor made the decision to remain silent on her presence and last known position.

    And then, there was Commander Ivy Monaghan.

    At her seven o'clock, she was disguised as a member of the Copacabana Palace staff, and Sophie only watched the reflection of her off the glass she pivoted between her fingers, the distal edge of the stemware flirting with images of the entrance of the Golden Room.

    The arrival of Barbas Chuate was impossible to ignore, and so was the unavoidable collision with the wandering stride of an adorned jester as Sophie turned to gauge the expression of Evgeni at the sight of the drug baron...
     
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  11. Jason West

    Jason West Agent

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    Jason West sat back in the chair and began to survey the monitors on the table in front of him. He pulled the laptop that usually stayed in his bag out and started receiving the nano-transmissions of known V.I.L.E. members that were in attendance and their positions. He had a sneaking suspicion that there was going to be more to this mission than just taking down drug kingpin Barbas Chuate. Just by the presence of V.I.L.E. members, sent a red flag up to the new recruit.

    Jason checked and rechecked to make sure the digital video recorders were powered on and recording. He hoped that by recording the positions and movements of V.I.L.E. members, he'd be able to stop the nefarious plan that V.I.L.E. was about to set in motion.

    "Control to Cobra and Bones. Anything yet?"
     
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  12. Joe Kerr

    Joe Kerr V.I.L.E. Agent

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    More people had begun to flock to the gallery in an effort to view the priceless artifacts on display. Joe had thought it prudent to join in the fun, but it wasn't the artifacts he was busy perusing; the Jester was busy amusing himself by trying to see how many familiar faces he could find dotted amongst the crowd.

    Upon entering the gallery, he had spotted Contessa Adriana in conversation with a dark haired young lady.

    Out of the corner of his eye, he had also spotted a red-haired female staff member that looked strangely familiar.

    Chuckling to himself, he decided that since VILE didn't exactly come here on business, for the moment at least, he would refrain from interfering with whatever ACME had planned.

    Live and let live he thought in much amusement.

    As he continued his visual safari, his attention, like most everyone else's in the room, was drawn to the arrival of Barbas Chuate.

    The Jester apologized immediately and profusely; chivalry, after all, demanded that he accept the blame for this travesty.

    He gave her a quick glance to make sure that none of the drink had spilled on her, breathing a sigh of relief when he realized he was the only casualty.

    "I am so very sorry for this mishap; it was so careless of me to not observe where I was going. May I offer to get you another drink?"
     
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  13. Zack

    Zack Agent

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    Zack saw a man who both wore the color (and resembled an) eggplant arrive with an impressive entourage.

    Neat. He thought.

    Barbas Chuate's file talked about him doing a lot of things in Rio. Some of it was true and some of it had to be false. They said he had the local police in his pocket, which was why ACME was on this case. They also said he had a private zoo where his tigers wore jeweled collars and were fed his enemies and that for his daughter's festa de debutantes (15th Birthday celebration) he threw a party worth 3 million dollars and gave her a solid gold Ferrari with diamond license plates. Another rumor was that the Santo Anjo Uriel orfanato e futeboll escola para abandono de crianças no Brasil or Santo Anjo Uriel Orphanage and Futeboll School for Underprivileged Children was actually half owned by him and was being used as a front to launder his drug money.

    Despite all this, Barbas was notorious for never leaving a traceable paper trail, and people were too afraid of him to give a testimony. It was no wonder everyone in law enforcement was drooling to catch him. While trying to get a better look at their mark, Zack ran into Tex. Trying to remain inconspicuous he quickly shook the Cowboy's hand as if they had been business partners.

    "Good to see you!" Zack yelled boisterously then moved closer to whisper, "Dude, it looks like this place is lit up with V.I.L.E. what do you think they want?"
     
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  14. Evgeni

    Evgeni Agent

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    Barbas Chuate was not a very stylish man in Evgeni's opinion. He seemed to have forgotten his pinstripes, and that was just unacceptable for a man of his social status. The Russian shook his head at the drug lord and patted his fat wallet with a wink and a gloating smile. It was fun to show off a bit.

    The red guiding light he had been following suddenly exited his peripheral, and he halted and turned around to locate her. Another man in celebratory costume had bounced into the doctor.

    The ACME agent immediately interrupted. "Zdravstvoitie! You're like my girlfriend? I'm get us champagne." Without allowing for response, he fetched three flutes, haphazardly rattling them as he locked the stems of the glasses between his fingers. "We're got lots drinking on menu. Here's go."

    As Evgeni handed each a champagne flute, he unpocketed a pair of dice and 'accidentally' rolled them into the jester's drink. "It's too bad! Snake eyes!" In one fluid motion, the young man subsequently retrieved the gambling cubes and spilled a flow of cards from his sleeve onto the floor around Joe's feet--a complete deck of fifty-two. "Izvinitie. You're fail! We're have bad magician in house."
     
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  15. Tex "Ace" Holdum

    Tex "Ace" Holdum Agent

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    Tex returned the handshake firmly, patting Zack on the shoulder and speaking through his grin, "I ain't got a clue, but I reckon that means we'll be pullin' double duty keepin' our doggies in line. Don't suppose you're deeper in the loop with that kin a' yours, know what she's gonna do if our plans turn out to not be worth a hill a' beans?"

    As he listened to Zack's reply, Tex kept his eyes on the room. It was a great party, and a surveillance team's nightmare. Everywhere there were people meeting, conversing, and there were simply far too many people of actual or suspected importance to have a good idea of what was worth noting. It was like having just one rancher leading five hundred head of cattle. ACME didn't have many more ranch-hands to call in, so he began to work on ways to get the terrain to change. What they needed was a corral before such time as it was needed to stop the stampede that could very well occur.
     
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  16. Spring-Heeled Jack

    Spring-Heeled Jack V.I.L.E. Agent

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    Johnathan noted the lady in the tastefully elegant white gown, but made sure not to let it show on his face until he had turned away, smiling as he held up a basic eye mask of deep scarlet. It was refreshing, seeing a dress of simple elegance such as that white one on a night like tonight in Rio de Janeiro. That being said, he did have to admit that this party was certainly more elegant than a lot of the Carnival celebrations going on out in the streets and in the dozens of other parties around the city.

    Of course, the other parties weren't quite as potentially explosive as this one, either.

    He had noted a few of his V.I.L.E. comrades wandering around, his new family, those who knew what he looked like when not looking or acting like Spring-Heeled Jack, and he had of course been given the information on the fact that their illustrious leader would be there, as well as some gifts that some of the others were thinking about presenting her for her birthday. He supposed he should probably think about something to steal as well, but he had always been one for getting gifts at the last minute anyway. Idly musing on the subject, his thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of someone that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. The man walked with the confidence of an alpha lion on a savanna, surrounded by others that were at best lower members of his pack and at worst his prey. Jack didn't know who the fellow was offhand, but his instincts were telling him he was someone to either be cautious of, or to take down a peg, depending on how he was feeling. As Johnathan watched the man go towards the Golden Room, he took a champagne glass from a passing server and sipped, leaning against a wall to take some weight off of his leg.
     
  17. Colleen

    Colleen Agent

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    [BCOLOR=transparent]As the Palace’s opulent ballrooms and banquet halls reached a bacchanalian fullness, Colleen realized that the optimal time for her task had arrived early. Martini in hand, she coasted through the kaleidoscopic crowd inconspicuously. Rum and cachaça perfumed the central hall as people clustered near the artifacts. The young agent approached the nearest display case and looked on in wonderment. [/BCOLOR]

    [BCOLOR=transparent]The impressive bronze hand stood majestically on black velvet, its upward reach implanting pangs of elevation and yearning in its viewers. Discovered on a deserted beach off the southern coast, the statue was thought to be a maritime [/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent]ex-voto[/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent] tossed overboard by distressed seafarers in hopes of divine intervention. She adjusted her white gold bracelet before resting her delicate fingers on the case’s black wood frame. As her gaze lingered on the votive offering’s outstretched fingers and delineated palm, she was briefly reminded of her longing to fit in at ACME. [/BCOLOR]

    [BCOLOR=transparent]Colleen indulged in a last glance before walking toward the next artifact, thrilled at having covertly planted the first SpyGrazer. She regarded the micro tracking device as her own offering in exchange for the renewed intent that pulsed through her. [/BCOLOR]
     
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  18. Eugene

    Eugene Airfield Staff

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    Damn it.” Eugene took a second from elbowing through the crowd to glance at his watch and swore. Euge, along with Agent Storm, had volunteered to remain at Galeao International Airport in order to secure the ACME widebody. It had proven to be a costly mistake for the duo, timewise. Local police, seemingly proving they were in the drug kingpin’s pocket, had descended upon the immobilized aircraft at the departure of the bulk of ACME forces. If they had thought the two remaining men would be easy pickings though, they were sorely mistaken. Somehow, Euge and Deric had managed to escape without it becoming a physical altercation, but it had cost them several hours. Thusly, they were the last agents to arrive at muster and Euge attempted an inconspicuous sprint towards the hotel entrance.

    Pausing at the door to catch his breath, Euge nodded at Deric, who discreetly mirrored his confirmation before the two men pulled their masks down and pushed through the door.
    Moose, checking in.” Euge intoned quietly, and received a hurried acknowledgement.

    Calamity also checkin’ in,” Deric said with a slight brogue, “fashionably late, of course”. This was his first assignment after spending 18 months undercover with the IRA. Basically, he arrived at ACME and was then shuffled onto a plane for Brazil. He was still dealing with some jetlag and the tuxedo he was loaned wasn’t quite fitting right. The left sleeve was too long and the pants stopped about three inches above his ankles. Deric may be a “hulking farmboy” but even he knew this penguin-suit screamed ‘cheap rental.’

    Entering the hall, a few things caught Euge’s eye. First was the unmistakable visage of Barbas Chuate, proving to be a good match to his file pictures. The second was a tuxedo clad hotel employee standing close by, red hair sharply contrasting her blank white mask. As the woman turned to observe the newcomers, Euge realized why she proved to be so eye catching, and realized her sudden scowl likely couldn’t mean anything good.

    Makin friends already, flyboy?” Deric quipped after following ‘Moose’s eyeline.
     
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  19. Ann

    Ann Archaeology Expert

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    Ann shook her head with minimal motion as she responded. "No, I don't believe we've had the opportunity, unless you have frequented the museums of Cairo or San Jose." She offered a repressed smile, allowing her eyes to momentarily flit around the room in an attempt to locate one of the agents she was theoretically here to aid. Complacently unsuccessful, the archaeologist refocused her eyes on the blonde woman. "I'm Ann, by the way," she offered courteously.

    "I'm not very familiar with anyone here, but I was truly fascinated by this admirable collection and inevitably came to see it."
     
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  20. Pete

    Pete Agent

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    Nevon Blair wasn't someone who knew what to do in foreign countries. He knew English and only English, with maybe bad comprehension in a few languages. He was here as Babou the ocelot to Pete Moss's Savador Dali.

    "I think I lost my tail," Nev whispered to Pete.

    Pete nodded, "That's good, I was wondering why that guy was following us."

    Nevon doubled back and stared at Savador Pete.

    "Wait, what guy?"

    "Your tail?" Pete shrugged.

    "I meant my tail!"

    "Oh! Tail-tail!"

    "Yeah, my ocelot tail-tail," Nev re-thought, "Wait, so who was following us?"

    "What?"

    "When I said I lost my tail and you thought it was a detail and not a tail-tail?"

    A group of beautiful Brazilian models swayed by and giggled at the sound the boys were making from repeating the word 'tail'. Nev suddenly felt embarrassed.

    "Don't worry, Nev, they probably thought you were cute." Pete tried to help, but between the two of them, Pete knew he looked more like a catch in a Savador Dali tuxedo than Nev's Ocelot-in-a-suit.

    Nev barely had time to retaliate when Barbas Chuate, their target for the mission arrived with the kind of fanfare you'd expect for someone with a lot of money. He was barely a yard from them.

    Pete just stared.

    "Uhm... Steak checking in," Nevon replied with a whisper and nudged Pete out of his thoughts, "We're right in front of Grub."

    "Yep, Koala," Pete also checked in, "Grub smells like tobacco and leather."
     
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