'I don't need the help of that robot; we'll do it the old fashioned way; you scared of the stairs or something, Massad?'
Sniggering with eyebrow raised, (though in equalling jest) the expressed will to play it by ear even further certainly came as a welcome surprise to Jordi in that moment, and the playful punch on the arm was certainly helping to facilitate Belkora's deeper delving into the older, the tried and tested methods of infiltration. Normally Massad wouldn't be so receptive to this sense of nostalgia and creativity alike, but there was a rather-flexible facet to the job that the Kandaran was only beginning to see for himself, adding even more agreeable perks to the career he'd chosen; a one-way ticket with no hope of return, but at least Jordi could take comfort in the fact it would, at the very least, be an entertaining experience from start to finish. A career in which a man like Jordi could properly thrive in his own cunning way, an environment fit for the greatest of rogues, one such that almost-perfectly mirrored paramilitary life in that moment.
'That's our spot, park us opposite the building, and we'll move in.'
They'd made it to the target-area, finally, and though the journey there had proven quite serene, it was obvious that both Massad and Belkora were eager to get some work done; in the low-traffic, their slow approach to the building in question would run more smoothly in the process, almost like everything was arraying around them in perfect accordance to their very presence. Parking up in the best spot possible, and in a space that would rest directly opposite the maintenance door by the main entrance, it was all silence from there, punctuated only by the Tetan jokingly querying,
'Lift or the stairs?', as he passed one of the toolboxes to his Kandaran subordinate. Sniggering again, Jordi then silently took his toolbox in hand as he considered what the best, least rookie-sounding response would be, hopping out on his side and closing the door behind him with a cheeky smirk on his face before turning his attention back to Don.
'This time I'll let you decide, sir.'
As they crossed the street, leaving the speeder behind them until they needed to make their exit, Massad and Belkora both kept their focus firmly set to the maintenance door in the distance, made all the easier by the fact there weren't many people around to get in their way to start with. Security-staff at the ground-floor reception were little more than minimum-wage flunkies, so two simple swipes of the ID cards would suffice in keeping the guard at the door in a blissful state of sleepy ignorance for as long as they remained to,"Work." upstairs, an easy issue to delegate without increased risks of being compromised mid-op. From there, it would be a simple case of keeping an eye out for signs of their targets, their close-kept bodyguards or those holding the room opposite, and then a simple case of searching every available floor as they pretended to make their repairs to the building.
The real work had begun, and the Kandaran was all too aware of how much he was relieved to finally get proceedings underway, and in seeing this in a reflection of himself, Massad would make his expressions more neutral than they were showing to be in that moment.
Focus yourself, Jordi.... We want success here, not blunders.
Don Belkora
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