"I have eyes on the target," Shadow said over her comlink implant, then she giggled. "I'm lovin' this spy stuff."
"I'm glad you're having fun, but try to stay focused." Machiko shook her head and smirked ever so slightly. The girl was just picking up the informant and taking him to a safe house -- milk run, though the message Newton Callahan had slipped the Justice Foundation had indicated something big brewing. He'd seemed confident enough when setting the time and location for the pickup, but Machiko had her core team ready to go if this went haywire.
"Callahan definitely knows what he's doing," Shakira said, and Machiko turned to find her waving a hand over her bank of monitors. "The meeting place he picked out is a blind spot -- there's no coverage from any of the traffic or security cameras in the area."
"Nice," Otto said from a separate computer and set of monitors behind Shakira, sitting back-to-back with her. "If any bad guys are trying to keep tabs on him, they won't be able to use the cameras and they won't have any video of Shadow picking the guy up."
"This is certainly off to a good start." Machiko crossed her arms over her chest. "Let's hope it stays that way."
She took a moment to run a check on the Foundation's network of cybernetic comm implants just to be sure they were functioning properly. The agents who had the implant pinged her back immediately. A few others hadn't gotten them yet, so phones or comm headsets would have to be good enough.
"He's sitting at a picnic table," Shadow reported, "right where he said he'd be. I'm going in."
"Copy that. We'll send you the location of the safe house once you're underway. Good luck, kid."
"Thanks, boss. Here we go."