#shoothappy

Geoffrey, their leader, and Michael, their bomb expert and main enforcer, are faces the media best knows with Jeremy, the crews newest bruiser and their jack-of-all-trades protegee quickly gaining traction on them. Ray, the sniper, Jack, the getaway driver and networker are lesser known, their identities a tad more strongly guarded. Gavin and Ryan - aka. The Vagabond, are the ones with  no faces. Big reputations all hidden neatly away behind masks, and in Gavin’s case, usually squirreled away in a safe hidey hole full of computers cameras and information.

Even outside of his persona, there is nothing about him that is particularly outstanding -- green-blue eyes, an average face with a deep tan and a rather large nose, and a mess of short brown hair. 

He drags a hand through that hair now, his fingers leaving behind streaks of gold. He’d forgotten to properly highlight his hair last night, so temporary will have to do for today. A pair of gold-tinted aviators make their way onto his face, and after that, a smooth white half-mask that he fastens in place with gold buckled straps. It snugly covers his mouth, jaw, and nose, hiding all of his most identifiable features. A small sprinkling of golden glitter over everything completes his face, and he stares at his reflection in the mirror studiously for a few moments before leaving to get dressed. 

He walks right by his closet full of normal clothes and heads right for his job clothes -- flashy and expensive and befitting of the glittering persona he’s created for himself. He yanks out a pair of black skinny jeans and a silky black collared shirt, then toes his way into a pair of clean black flats as he makes for the door, swiping a long white-and-gold trench coat on his way out.

The outfit is mostly for show. A tool, if you will, to help him get into character. He won’t be going out in the field today -- he’d already completed field prep for this job ages ago. Though he will be meeting with a few persons outside of the main crew, so ultimately it is necessary, even if only for a few moments.

When he enters the room, he feels all eyes drift to him. It’s a natural reaction, though he’d be lying if it didn’t fill him with a small sense of pride (or maybe a huge sense) and a little (a lot of) smugness. (”The only reason your head doesn’t grow is because it all goes to your nose,” he remembers Michael teasing him.) He sweeps across the floor towards Geoff, standing tall and imposing in the middle of the room. He stands behind him slightly, half behind him half not, slipping a hand casually through one of Geoff’s arms. He hums and leans against his back, grinning under his mask at the roll of Geoff’s eyes as he heaves a loud sigh and begins to lay out the plan of attack for the day. 

Most of the main crew is there -- Jeremy and Michael are already gone preparing for their tasks. There are a few scattered people from the “B” Team -- Kdin, Meg, and Lindsay, the loveliest of ladies, and Chris the... the loveli... the. Chris. He’s Chris.

Geoff is in the middle of a long winded explanation of each persons duties when Kdin sits up suddenly. “Hey, there’s a problem,” she says.

Gavin startles. geoff looks over at Kdin with a frown. “What could it possibly be?” he gripes.

Kdin barrels on without pause, her eyes on her phone. “Jeremy says it looks like the security system has been reset 24 hours earlier than we expected. The virus Gold was planning on executing to take out the security system has been wiped.”

“Wot?!” Gavin exclaims, eyes widening behind his shades. “Wot, Kdin? Wot?”

Kdin startles a bit. “I -- I said what I did?”

Gavin flusters, then pulls out his own phone and begins scanning data. After a moment, he curses. “Bloody mingers.” He fiddles with his phone grumpily. “A daft security guard messed about on one of the computers and broke a security protocol -- they had to reset the system to clean up after him.”

Chris looks bewildered. “User error! Who would have thought?”

Gavin rubs his face. “I’ll have to be on site to reinstate my virus. Damnit.” He runs a hand through his hair in frustration. “Do we have a secured means of escorting me down?” 

Jack grimaces. “No, we didn’t have your techie van set up. I suppose it could follow my route...”

“No, no, there can’t be anything blocking Jack,” Gavin mutters. “And every vehicle in the vicinity will be checked once we’ve made our escape...” He sighs. “It doesn’t matter. I can make it down and back on my own.”

He notes the sudden rising of many eyebrows and glowers. “I can do it! What could go wrong?”