6746/The Date: Mission Improbable

The Date: Mission Improbable
Date of Scene:	03 March 2019
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	May and Castiel infiltrate the target. Surprisingly, the 'Date' goes better than planned. Surprise outcome: Castiel asks May out - and she accepts.
Cast of Characters:	Melinda May, Hawkeye (Barton), Castiel, Darcy Lewis

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Melinda May has posed:
The briefing for this mission, which included Castiel, Lewis, Barnes and Barton, started about twenty minutes late, which is highly unusual for anything May does.

Why?

Because she spent the first twenty minutes listing for Darcy exactly how and where she failed her task of preparing Castiel for this covert infiltration mission. But once that was done -- and no, May did NOT spare Darcy any humiliation by having the others involved in the mission wait outside -- the briefing proceeded.

Now, the mission is a go. The support teams, Overwatch, eyes in the sky, and all that are in place. The party is being held in a swanky uptown hotel, so to avoid suspicion and establish their roles before any eyes might see them, SHIELD arranged for May and Castiel to start from a similar swanky hotel a block or two away and drive there in a VERY classy car.

As the car pulls up to the target venue, May -- currently dressed in an elegant royal blue gown dripping with silver beading -- looks at Castiel and uses their agreed upon 'unhackable' language. ~ Remember. If you feel uncertain about anything, lean toward me and ask quietly in my left ear. Lewis or another support agent will offer you advice on the communication device. Ready? ~

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
"Thanks Keyboard," Clint says into his phone and tucks it into his pocket. Over comms he says, "Skye's hacked the hotel security cameras, Darcy, you should be getting a feed now."

Clint for his part was at the hotel across the street dressed as workman standing on a window washing platform overlooking the street. Taking a 'break' he sits down and pulls the feed up on his phone, while the rest of the team sets up.

"Darce, any idea what they're saying?" he asks as the happy couple switches to Manchu.

Castiel has posed:
Castiel had sat silently through the 'talk' that May had with Darcy. Really, he still maintained his opinion that all things considered he'd much rather tell the Archangel Michael what he /really/ thought of him than undergo what May just put Darcy through. All in all, though, he listened to the mission parameters, and his part in it all, and otherwise behaved himself (for some value of behaved; it is Castiel after all).

May might be impressed with the job Clint and Micah made of picking out a suit for Castiel. Hell, she might even be impressed with what he remembers of what Agent Lewis taught him of this whole date matter...

~ Understood ~ the angel replies in his gravelly rumble of a voice. And then holding up a hand to the driver, exits the vehicle to tend to helping his 'date' exit the vehicle.

The suit, as mentioned, was well thought out, and once May's outfit was confirmed, the final details had been added. Thus it was that Castiel steps from the vehicle in a dark long coat that covers a dark blue suit (so dark as to nearly be black), set off with a royal blue shirt, and a tie that matches the jacket, shot through with silver; shirt and silver shot a perfect match to Agent May's dress.

Walking around the car, he opens the door to her, and holds a hand for her to take, speaking to her in perfectly accented Manchu, ~ I knew you were not soft and vulnerable on the inside, but Agent Lewis assures this is how it is done. You are to take my hand and smile, looking pleased I am helping you, and making you feel taken care of. ~

He waits patiently for May. Because he's a good escort like that.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"It's like Pay-Per-View, Hotpants," Darcy replies as Skye's feed comes online. She sits in a not so comfortable field ops van down the street, in teh dark, lookin gat all the monitors and such. She took teh dressing down reasonably well. She was quiet throughout, not cracking jokes, not smiling, but not rolling her eyes or sassing back. Fun was had, piper has now been paid. To May at least. Likely Cas was going to exact his revenge for this. Darcy was mildly curious what an angel would think was 'pay back'.

"Something about him putting on his left ear and that Louisiana is the reason May's got to hold his hand and smile," Darcy replies, reading through the system's attempt at translating what they're saying. "Whatever language this is, unless you've a native speaker, I'm pretty sure none of what they're going to say tonight is going to make any kind of sense. Which worries me if Cas tries to ask me anything in it. I'm worried I'm going to think he's asking for directions to the Lourve instead of the loo."

Melinda May has posed:
May does indeed smile and accept Castiel's hand and assistance getting out of the car, especially as her perfectly matched blue with silver beading shoes have four-inch heels on them, making her appear to be almost exactly the same height as Castiel. In deference to the wintry New York evening, her royal blue gown is currently covered by a silvery-wool coat belted tightly enough give the look of a tiny waist and flaring out over the dress's skirt.

Once she's clear of the car and the door closed, she hooks her arm through Castiel's and leans close to him as if he can ward off the cold. ~ Perfectly done, though perhaps try to add a little more inflection when you speak. ~ As if to illustrate, she leans close and murmurs to the angel in an sultry tone, ~ Even if people can't understand us, they can hear the tone of the words very clearly. ~

Then, she's gently tugging him toward the entrance. Because this coat and dress are not doing crap for keeping her legs warm.

Castiel has posed:
When she's stepped clear of the car, Castiel closes the door to the vehicle, and in a smooth move, puts the hand of his free handover May's as she hooks her arm through the crook of his elbow. His lips twitch over an almost smirk at her words, as he considers them, the look achieving something of a smugness on his freshly shaven features - yes, Castiel shaved for this. Be impressed.

Leaning in he speaks back quietly, that smugness of a smirk colouring the inflection of his tones. ~ I shall picture myself telling Michael what an asshole he is ~ the angel informs. ~ It will please me. I trust this is sufficient? ~ And, indeed, he sounds infinitely more engaged with his date, with just a dash of his usual deadpan boredom to make it seem that he's only tolerating this evening out of deference to the beauty on his arm.

~ You are tall in this dress. I am guessing that there was sufficient means to hide weapons upon your person? ~

For his own part, should it be necessary, Castiel always has his blade upon him. There's an advantage to being an angel, and having the attendant holy weapon to go with it. It exists in other-dimensional space until you need it. There's not a security check known to mankind that he can't make it through.. well, on the basis of weapons. Surly attitude and non-compliance are another matter altogether.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Damn... May's legs look amazing in that dress," Darcy's voice cuts in through the coms. Maybe not to the two operatives undercover, but to the rest of the group, for certain.

"Cas doesn't look half bad either. Nice work, Hotpants. You went shopping with him, right?"

Melinda May has posed:
~ It's not the dress. It's the shoes, ~ May replies to Castiel with a pleased chuckle. She stops at the door to give their invitations to the attendant there from the little clutch purse in her hands that seems too small to carry anything more useful than a hand mirror, then starts toward the coat check area.

"Also, I love how this shirt brings out the blue in your eyes." Yes, that says that in English though intentionally with a noticeable Cantonese accent, and it is about eighteen layers of sultry. "You should definitely wear it more often."

She waits at the coat check counter for their turn (and for Castiel to think to help her out of the coat), and continues in a lighter, more conversational tone, ~ More than sufficient. I'm even wearing one weapon in plain sight. ~

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
"Awesome, that'll be $49.99, Skye takes payment in beer and ramen," Clint says with a smirk. Looking up from his phone to scan the street as the couple exit their car and make their way up the steps.

A man down the street reaches into his jacket and in turn Clint reaches for the bow on laid beside him on the platform but the man only produces a cellphone and Clint stands down.

"No comment on May's legs," Clint says. "Already in enough trouble for calling her Ninja Nanny the other night. But yeah, that suit looks good. Me and the new guy, Micah picked it out. There was so much complaining. 'Why do I need to wear cuff links? There are shirts with buttons there' and 'What's wrong with my regular clothes?'. Fair point to the last one, who doesn't want to take a hobo flasher to dinner?"

Though the comms from the couple earns a smirk. "Wow, that sounded super hot, we're recording this right? Skye's definitely going to want to hear May pull off sultry."

Castiel has posed:
Castiel pauses in their movement towards the building, to consider May's shoes, giving an appreciative nod. ~ They are very impractical. And tall. ~

Her compliment has his brows furrowing as they continue on towards coat check. ~ My eyes are blue, ~ he confirms. ~ I do not see how my shirt makes a difference. Are they not the same blue? ~ The body, sadly, has no real memories to draw upon to confirm or deny any fashion sense or awareness of such things as complimentary colours, or bringing out one's skin tone or colour of one's eyes. Even if he can appreciate it in others.

~ You were wearing this blue. It was sufficient reason. Your dress is not displeasing, though I had pictured you more in red. ~ A thing he couldn't explain.

In truth, Castiel had forgotten to offer to take May's coat, standing there a long moment until he notices both her waiting, and the uncomfortable stance of the attendant.. It's another guest couple that tweaks his awareness that he's supposed to take the garment from her shoulders and both ease her joining the party, and allowing her to be a showpiece as he does so.

~ It is not unlike ungirding one's loins ~ he remarks, an indulgent twitch of lips accompanying that thought.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Trying to get their unhackable language into something she can understand in case she's needed, Darcy is watching some of what they are saying on her screens.

Castiel: I know that your heart is not weak. But Lewis learned to promise me You have to hold my hand and smile. I seem to be happy to help me.
May: Even though it works well, as you say, you can try to add some lightness. People do not understand, but can hear the voices of the dictionary.

What the fu-

Castiel: I mean to Michael that he rides a horse. I'll enjoy you. Do I think that's enough? You are very happy with this site. Do I think there's a lot of way to hide your weapons?
May: This is not a dress. This is the footwear. There is also a common eye and attractive.

"Oh, yeah. We're recording. And I'm trying to see what our translation software makes of what they're saying. You should read some of these subtitles. It's like the worse Kung-Fu movie, ever," Darcy replies, snickering. "You really called her Ninja Nanny? You're my hero."

Castiel: They are not very practical and loud. My eyes are blue. My shirts are no different. Are not they the same blue? You have a blue dress It just makes your clothes look uncomfortable and it looks very red.

"Oh, fucking zombie Jesus. What the hell are they talking about?" Darcy grumbles.

Castiel: You do not have many different things.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
"Totally did," Clint says pulling a sandwich out of his tool box and unwrapping it. "So, if I am assigned to Siberia you know why."

He takes a bite chewing noisly into comms while he talks (see this is why Clint didn't get to go to fancy dinners, well that and he can't teleport), "Anyhow, how'd the prep date go with Cas. He try to cop a feel?" he asks doubting the angel even knew what that was. "Warn him if he tries it May'll break his hand?"

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"I'll keep you company," Darcy quips, watching the date unfold and cringing at the horrible subtitles.

"And no. he did not cop a feel. He was wooden as hell, but... had moments where he almost came off as smooth... in a Special Needs kind of way. And no, he is already sufficiently terrified of her, thank you very much."

Melinda May has posed:
May is only too glad when Castiel catches up mentally and helps her out of the coat. She'd been about to overheat. ~ Your coat too, please, ~ she reminds him, and waits to see what he does about the claim check that the attendant offers in return for the coats.

~ You both know that we can hear you, right? ~ she adds as she again hooks her arm through Castiel's so they can enter the party venue proper -- a set of double doors across the hotel lobby through which many, many people wearing all sorts of finery can be seen chatting and sipping beverages while chamber music and very expensive floral arrangements create 'ambience'.

"Let's go say hello, my angel."

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint picks up his phone to watch the feed from the inside. "Wooden huh?" he says the eyebrow waggle coming through in Clint's voice. "Didn't know he had it in him. I mean Dogma's probably not a reliable source, but aren't they supposed to be like a Ken doll downstairs?"

Yes, he knows what she meant, but this is Clint here, not like he's going to pass up a chance at a joke.

He flicks through a couple of the feeds through his phone. He reaches for his radio to switch channels only to realize they were just working on the one this mission. "Heh, I was just kidding there, honest... Anyhow, looking clear so far, enjoy your evening. I hear they do a good steak au poivre here, speaking of which, get me some steak au poivre. This sandwich is doing nothing for me here."

He tosses the offending sandwich from the platform straight into a garbage can on the street below.

Castiel has posed:
Castiel manages to hand over May's coat, and remove his own without any mishaps. The coat check ticket is peered at, then shoved into a suit pocket dismissively. He's not sure what it's for. When he catches up with May, he murmurs to her, ~ Is that a coat dinner mint? ~ There had been mints with the bill. Expensive mints, but mints. ~ I do not know what it is to cop a feel, unless it refers to fornication. We established you are not desiring myself that way, so I do not think you will need to be breaking my hands. And I am not afraid of you. ~

Okay, that last bit is a lie. He's totally afraid of her in a way he can't explain. Prominent Warrior of the Lord. Faced down eons of enemies, including some of the foremost demons there were. Agent May terrified him in a way that only a small Asian woman in a deadly package could.

That, and he couldn't predict her.

"Angel," he murmurs gruffly. "You are playing with fire."

Adding, ~ I am not a Ken doll. I have seen a picture. I assure you, I have all my parts. ~

Melinda May has posed:
At Castiel's gruff reply, her so far pleasant smile becomes an amused and teasing grin accompanied by a bright laugh. "Of course I am, Wo de tianshi. Why else are we here?"

She starts to lead the angel in a seemingly meandering path through the ornate ballroom, at one point stopping one of the many waitstaff to get glasses of champagne for both of them. ~ Ignore them. We are looking for either a doorway that is guarded for no apparent reason or a section of the room where people are not allowed to go. ~
RTaking a very tiny sip of the champagne, she uses it to let her eyes study the far walls of the room, especially behind the small chamber orchestra playing in one corner.

Castiel has posed:
The champagne flute looks uncomfortable in Castiel's hand, the calloused fingers of the man a rough hewn contrast the elegant vessel. He sniffs at the liquid within, nostrils flaring at both the subtle scent, and the bubbles. ~ It is not the boilermaker ~ he remarks even before taking a sip. The sip itself has him making a face, mostly uncertain whether he likes it or not, which luckily probably only looks like he is discerning of the quality being offered and finding it only adequate. Perfectly acceptable for a reluctant, and presumably rich, guest.

~ The guards will not be as mobile as the rest of the guests. And their attention will be drawn to specific people and areas. ~

As it happens, while not a spy, Castiel is a warrior. Some things are applicable to both trades. Scouting out those possibilities is actually something he can do, and be more than fair to decent at it to boot.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint continues to watch from above and outside, checking the feed from the cameras from time to time.

...Inside however the security is tight and efficient. More than few guys in suits standing by doors, and a few more noticeable to both Castiel and May roaming the party as guests. So far nobody's spotted them. However they'll have to pass both to get where they're looking to go.

"Heh," Clint says watching the feed. "Someone ask the guy pretending to be a guest by the bar if he's got a taser in his pocket or if he's just happy to see you guys." Though as much as Taserpants is obvious the rest of the team seems good.

Melinda May has posed:
May smiles amusedly at Castiel's reaction to the champagne. "Oh, don't be so judgemental, my angel." She switches over to Manchu to add, ~ Hawk is telling us where he sees one of the event security guards. I can likely take his weapon away without his noticing, but to do so I will need to be very close to him. ~

She hands her almost untouched champagne flute off to a passing waiter and all but drags Castiel toward the smallish space that's being used as a dance floor, though slowly enough the he can also hand off his drink before they get there.

Did Darcy give him any lessons in dancing of this sort? If not, there will be MORE words after this mission is over.

Castiel has posed:
"Judgemental is what I do best," Castiel says without irony.

He notes the milling guards, and the stationary ones. The dance floor, however, is a surprise. Shrugging, however, and fortifying himself with the champagne, regardless of what he things of it, Castiel downs the remainder in his flute and follows May to the dance floor.

~ This is where I am to lead. I will try to endeavour not to step on your feet. Where are we headed?"

He's seen the basics. Darcy gave him pointers. How hard can this be? He at least seems to *look* like he knows what he's doing, as he offers her his hand, then draws her to him with a neatly placed hand at her waist. ~ This is so that we can survey the room? ~

Melinda May has posed:
Okay, so Darcy did give Cas at least a bit of information about dancing in this type of environment. At least that's one other thing she didn't fail the angel on. ~ Yes. And to see if the guard at the bar is anyone to be worried about. I'm currently thinking no. ~ May very much lets Castiel lead, both because it's expected and so she can lean in close and murmur quietly into the angel's communication unit.

"Overwatch, have you located the target server room?" She was not about to trust THAT to Darcy's attempts to translate. But, as if she'd just whispered something naughty in the angel's ear, she looks at him with a devious little smile.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Confirmed, Mommy May I. Subbasement, level 3. From the elevator: one right, one left, second door on the left. Straight on till morning."

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint zooms the camera in on the guy by the bar.

"Also, guy at the bar is right at the edge of the dance floor you should be able to snag his weapon and maybe his ID card."

It was chancy there were people on either side of the guy, but it was a good chance to get armed and a key if they could pull it off.

Castiel has posed:
Castiel lets his feet do what feet do. The body might not have memories of how to do this, but it's a little bit like battle. Only with music. And a tiny bit more finesse. Thankfully the dancefloor is small, and he isn't expected to move around too much.

~ People do this for fun? I do not see the point. ~

His complaint is murmured close to May's ear.

Melinda May has posed:
~ I never have either. But, it is what's done, and it keeps us from being conspicuous. ~ As the song the ensemble is playing wraps up, she leans in again to murmur into Castiel's comm, "We're going in. Cue the distraction." Then she smiles at Castiel again and in her affected accent says, "Shall we get a drink from the bar?"

As they walk toward the bar she tells the angel quickly and quietly. ~ When we are at the bar, I need to you invade my personal space. Enough so that you push me off balance into the man at the end there. I will take his access card and weapon. ~

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
With the call on going in, Clint quickly packs up his stuff, and presses the button to raise the platform to the roof. "Moving to the van, Darce, I'll have some engine trouble right out front so when you've done your thing, run right out and I'll be there to pick you up."

Then he's off across the rooftop and running down the stairs to get to the van.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
It's the cue Dary was waiting for. It's like her whole life was waiting for this One Moment(TM). 'Cue the distraction'.

"Hold my beer," she quipes at Clint acknowledging his statement, before pulling off the headset and sliding out of the van in a dress two sizes too small and way way too trashy for this kind of venue. She downed a shot of tequila as she grabbed the mostly finished bottle and derby-shouldered her way passed the shocked guys at the door. Right into the middle of the elegant party, hair a mess and glasses forgotten so that the stumble and run into things was far more real (because she can't see where the hell anyone IS!!), Darcy seems to take a long pull from her bottle. One hand is planted on teh (chest? feels squishy, so prolly chest) of whomever is next to her.

"Tim, you arrogant pussy-ass little bitch. You aint worth it, ya fuck. Four years, and for what? This fancy bullshit?" slurred words and all, Darcy points with her bottle at ....a wall. There's a bottle plant there, which she's glaring at. maybe she thinks the plant is this fictious 'Tim' character she's invented to have an embarrasingly drunk fight with.

Distraction dropped!

Castiel has posed:
~ Humans continue to perplex me. You are both annoyingly simple and infuriatingly complex all at once. For such a short lived species you are requiring much more of my attention to understand than I expected. ~

Castiel's adequate dancing skills, no longer required, are now transferred into escorting duty

"This time, perhaps, something more interesting than champagne?" he asks in a low voice as they reach the bar, and as if to illustrate his point, the hand about May's waist, that had been easing her passage through the milling about of people, slips to her hip, and then to cup a buttock. ~ I expect you are now going to break my hand? Or should I invade further? ~

Melinda May has posed:
"Cognac, please," May tells the bartender, mostly to get him to step a bit further away, and then Castiel is most definitely trying to invade her personal space.

Luckily for the angel, no broken hand at this time. Problem is, it's not enough to 'knock' her over into the guy she wants to pickpocket. So in apparent response to his wandering hand, she puts her arms around his neck as if going to give him a kiss then very intentionally takes a step back and turns her ankle in her heels, falling back against the taser-toting man completely realistically.

And very likely pulls Castiel over with her unless he's quick on his feet. "Oh!"

Castiel has posed:
So. Apparently he didn't quite invade the Forbidden East adequately... and were he expecting May's next move, he certainly wouldn't be adding to the chaos of what happens next.. But as already mentioned, Castiel finds May an enigma, and while he might know how to counter an enemy in a battle, he really has no clue what to do with a woman flinging her arms about his neck, intent upon kissing him - let alone it being Agent May.

~ I did not think you were interested in me this way - ~ he starts as she 'twists' her ankle and starts to fall, her surprise move, indeed, pulling the Angel off balance enough that he has to reach out and steady them on the nearest surface available, which is both the bar, and pocket-taser-boy.

In a move that should make Darcy quite proud of him, Castiel turns in indignant look upon the man. "That is my date you are groping. We should take the steps outside and discuss this."

As though he, and she, were not the offending parties, and taser-pants merely the innocent (and now hopefully distracted enough to be pickpocketed) victim of this whole affair.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
As Darcy slips out of the van, Clint slips in, "Consider your beer held," he says over comms before remarking. "And that's a hell of a dress."

Starting the van up Clint drives it a little ways down the street before flicking a switch on the wheel sending it into a sputtering stop right out front of the hotel.

"Damn it!" he curses and gets out. "Sorry, sorry, it'll just be a minute," he says to the valets as he lifts the hood.

Inside the guy at the bar, is too busy checking out May to notice the move to take his stuff. "Are you okay?" he asks her, glaring at Castiel.

He doesn't glare long. When Darcy bursts into the room shouting at 'Tim.'

"Excuse me," he says, as he brushes past May to go intercept Darcy, with a couple of more security men stepping from their post by the door to come help him.

The guy from the bar holds up his hands, "Miss, please calm down, I am sure Tim isn't here, and if you'll just step this way we'll be happy to help you."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Don't touch me. I'm not talking to you. WHo the fuck are you anyway?" Darcy rambles, fighting the offending hands and unceremoniously spilling her tequila on the guards and herself in the process. "Where's Stacy? I gotta tell her was a fart nugget she's got." A pause as Darcy sucks in a gulp of air to yell: "You hear me? You're a fart nugget!"

Melinda May has posed:
May does indeed get the taser and the access card, covering it up with a moment of seemingly unccordinated flailing before she's back on her feet. Piece of cake. And, thank goodness, Castiel catches on and is juuust enough of an ass to the guy that he doesn't realize what they just did. Of course, there's Darcy, right on cue, and holy crap she'd better not EVER wear that dress to the Triskelion.

~ Let's go, ~ she tells the angel, using the distraction Darcy's providing and everyone else is watching to slip to the door out of the ballroom to one side of the bar, dropping the taser into a potted plant on the way. She's got better on her person.

As soon as they're through the door, she stops rushing and takes one of Castiel's hand in her own, the access card hidden between their palms. ~ Follow my lead. We're heading for a subterranean floor three levels below ground, but if anyone sees us, we need to make it seem like we're seeking a quiet place to be indiscreet. Understood? ~

Castiel has posed:
Poor Castiel. He'd worked himself up to the thought of possibly taking on taser-pants. That things don't go that far takes hi ma moment to catch up to. Of course May is *quite* insistant, and she is the objective.. er.. leader.. something.

Once through the door, when his hand is taken, he regards her, brows furrowing. ~ I am to pretend we are amorous and are looking for a place where we might have sex. This is a usual ruse? ~

Angels, as it happens, rarely need ruses to carry on their business. And this one wasn't one trick the boys had used with him - though he had to admit, if they had, it could have been interesting..

~ Understood. ~

How hard could it be? He'd gotten the copping a feel part correct.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Not that Darcy can see when May and Castiel have used her distraction, Darcy gets physically hauled out and tossed onto the sidewalk. She stumbles several steps, spotting something that looks like The Van. It's confirmed when she slams her hands into it and squints hard at the false logo on its side. She shoves from the van, searching for the door handle like she's the kind of girl to get tossed out of a party and then just climb into a stranger's car. This could be why 'Tim' dumped her for 'Stacy'.

"I need a forget you fuck. Let's go back to your place," she announces to the empty driver's seat. Empty driver's seat? Why is it empty? Darcy blinks, leaning forward to try to get things to look clear.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Security is pre-occupied with Darcy for the moment so the couple's exit is missed and they've got a free shot to the elevator. Though once they're down stairs they're likely going to be in for a fight.

Clint 'working' on the van out front, passes on the word. "Skye's looped the video cameras in the elevators, you should be able to get downstairs without being seen. Also, a good place to be 'indiscreet'. Just saying."

Darcy's return though marks the sudden ressurection of the van. "Hey," Clint says as he shuts the hood before putting a cheesy grin on his face and replying, "You got it babe," then he's in the driver's seat and they're off.

"We're clear of the building, moving around back but once you're downstairs, Cas, it's on you to get out."

Melinda May has posed:
As soon as May and Castiel are in the elevator and the access card gets them moving to sublevel 3, she kicks off the shoes, having every intention of leaving them there. She's also now back to being noticeably shorter than the angel. Tucking the access card into the bodice of her dress, she pulls all of the remaining contents from her little clutch purse and abandons that as well. Small weights are tucked into the ends of the sash tied into a bow around her waist, a quartet of Romanova's preferred shock disks slipped under the sash itself, and she palms something that on casual glance would appear to be a largish lipstick, but it's the USB memory stick they're here to attach to the servers they're after.

"I'm expecting resistance from here out. Don't hesitate to take anyone down that tries to stop us, but don't kill them unless absolutely necessary. Ready?"

Castiel has posed:
"No killing," Castiel agrees reluctantly. Though he really wasn't one for killing humans no matter how you looked at it; creatures that masqueraded as humans, yes; humans? No. Not unless absolutely necessary. And, as it happened, Castiel had tricks now that they weren't in public quarters - tricks that wouldn't involve any bloodshed unless the humans in question got stupid.

Which, he had to admit, humans tended to do with an alarming frequency.

"How long will you need? And what is the signal you will give for me to take us back to the Triskelion?" Because it wouldn't do to jump ship too early.

Other than that, he's ready.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Whatever May's answer about the time needed once she hits the server room, when the elevator doors open there is defintiely resistance. Six guys, dressed in paramilitary gear, and armed with stun batons and automatic pistols wait out in the hall.

Seeing two people who very much don't belong, one of them steps forward hand on their pistol. "Hey, this is a restricted area. You need to get your asses upstairs before there's trouble."

So polite too.

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Out in the van, Clint nods towards the back. "Change of clothes back there for you Darce. Heck of a distraction," he remarks to the agent with a shake of his head. Then carries on to park around the back of the hotel.

Melinda May has posed:
As the elevator reaches their target floor, May turns her back to the doors and hastily tugs on Castiel's tie to loosen it, then musses up his hair, timing it so it looks like she was about to do something possibly indiscreet right as the doors are opening. She effects an exaggerated startle at the men standing in front of the elevator when the one with the pistol speaks up, turning at them with wide eyes and one hand going to her waist.

That last for about half a second before she flings two of the stun disks at the feet of the men in the elevator doorway and throws herself to the side so she's not in the line of any gun or taser fire. She pulls Castiel along so he's also shielded against the side of the elevator unless he opts for a different strategy.

But, she's only going to stay there until the disks finish their zapping and then she's bursting out into the hallway, moving low and fast and aiming for body parts that will take people down quickly and keep them down.

Castiel has posed:
Castiel is about to protest May's rumpling him up. "I do not understand? Am I not supposed to be - "

The elevator doors open, and they get a eyefull of startled Castiel (who mostly looks like he's been caught with his hand in the cookie jar - also known and macking with his lady in the elevator only to find there's a sudden audience).

He's about to handle Mr. This Floor is Restricted when May throws out the disks. "I could have handled that," the angel complains. However, now that they're down to business, all pretence of being a couple goes out the window, and the angel employs his abilities, popping in and out, touching the foreheads of those they would otherwise encounter along the way, putting them to sleep. It's quick. It's painless. And if you've got a teleporter and a bunch of plain old humans, why not use it if you've got it. Now, if they were werebeasts, or gorgons, or demons.. that would have been a whole other matter. Mind you, he's got tricks for those too. Just messier tricks. Tricks that involve a lot of glowing, and holy aura and the like.

This? Much simpler. Terribly vanilla as it goes. And it should buy May a lot more time, too.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
The taser disks drop two of the men, sending them to the ground twitching as arcs of eletricity pulse across their bodies.

The other men draw weapons the fastest even shoots before Castiel simply dispatches them one after the other. They hadn't planned on a teleporter. Or someone who could just make them sleep.

Before long they're the only people awake in the hallway. However it won't be long before more people come.

Melinda May has posed:
May rushes out to... everyone already on the floor with not a mark on them. Okay then, she can apprecite efficiency. She quickly recalls the directions Darcy gave them, and nods to Castiel. "This way." One right, one left, second door on the left. There.

Anyone else that crosses their path get more of the same, though once May is out of those shocker disks she resorts to punching and kicking people into unconsciousness.

Now, here's hoping taser-guy from the ballroom had the access to get into this room. She pulls the pickpocketed card and tries it on the door.

Castiel has posed:
It's a good thing May brought Castiel along. As long as he can see them (and let's face it, they're not exactly trying to hide), they're asleep. Now, if they barracade themselves in the server room, things get a tiny bit trickier, but they can deal with that when the time comes.

While May tries the access card, Castiel stands watch.

"You are right," he observers, totally appropos of nothing, "It was the shoes. You are not so tall. The dress fits well.." He corrects himself. May might not be interested in him, but there really was no reason not to put Darcy's good works to use. "You look well in that dress. It is flattering."

Even if he almost believed he preferred her in her usual work clothes. It was confusing. He wasn't quite sure how to feel about this all.

"The card works?"

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
One guy does come out of the washroom while the duo are on the way to the server room. Though surprised, as he is by the angel and the agent he doesn't stand a chance.

At the door though, the card gets the lock to beep, but it flashes red instead of green. They're going to need to break their way in or find some other way past the door.

Melinda May has posed:
May gives Castiel an incredulous look when he actually compliments her on the dress. Now? He's going to comment on it NOW?

Beep. Red. Damnit.

"It's not really my style," she says mostly absentmindedly as she steps back and studies the door. Are the hinges on the outside? No. That would have been too easy. Destroying the locking mechanism it is, then.

She pulls up one side of her skirt and pulls the slim, poker-chip-sized device from a narrow pouch strapped to her thigh and presses it to the door right next to the lock before taking a few quick steps away. "Cover your ears."

Three seconds, then a small explosion should break the door open.

Castiel has posed:
"It is still a pleasant dress," Castiel remarks, as though this were a perfectly fine time to have this discussion. It isn't, but they're not up to their elbows in bad guys, and it's not like he'll actually have another opportunity.

It's a good thing May has a trick for the door. Electronic security really isn't his thing. Smiting - now, smiting is his thing.

"I will guard the opening. You will let me know when we are to leave." Timing, once she has what she needs, shouldn't be an issue. However, getting her the time for the download may be trickier. It all depends on whether or not an alert has gone up, and what sort of response there is to it. "Perhaps we should have made the elevator not respond." Then again, there would be stair access. Still, anyone coming was limited to the single hallway, which amounted to advantage Castiel. "I may employ my weapon. Do not be alarmed."

Singletons were easy enough to hush to sleep. Clusters slightly more tricky. Holy Swords, however, did tend to put the fear of God, or at least second thoughts, into most. And he was counting on that.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
The door swings open with the charge, but there's no doubt people know the pair are there as alarms sound throughout the sub-basement. Foot falls can be heard coming down the hallway.

As for the room itself it's quiet except for the hum of the servers and appears to be completely empty.

Out in the hall, four more guards appear, with the sound of more coming behind them, though seeing only Castiel one of them draws their stun batton and rushes at him.

Melinda May has posed:
The moment the door is open, May slips inside and looks for a good, concealed place to plug in the USB stick. Advantage to this device, she can plug it in and leave it, and when it's done allowing Skye and her team access to download everything they want from the servers, it'll self-wipe and be untraceable. Glancing over the server racks quickly, she rushes to an interface terminal that apparently sees regular use by someone of the slobby variety, if the abandoned cups of coffee are any indication.

She quickly pulls the terminal's USB keyboard connection, gets out her own USB device and attaches it to the keyboard, then plugs the combination back into the terminal. Unless someone knows what they're looking for, it's not immediately obvious. Then, she hastily runs to a different terminal and leaves her 'lipstick case' there before running back toward the door.

"Cas! Time to leave!"

Castiel has posed:
Castiel doesn't even have time to play with the peons. Not that he'd intended on using his blade on them, but the fear of God thing he'd kind of been looking forward to. However, May was the mission, and if there was one thing Castiel both understood and devoted himself to, it was his charges - however self imposed they were - and his word. Well, the word thing was sometimes mitigated by the the charges thing, but that was semantics, and now wasn't the time to quibble.

All it takes is the word from May that it's time, and in a blurring flash of *here* then *there* followed by *THERE*, May is gathered up, and delivered through the gaping hole in the Triskelion's security, though thankfully, there were few and far between who knew of it, or had the means to take advantage of the fact.

"Perhaps this once it is okay that there are no wards," he says, allowing the faintest uplift of the corners of his lips as he safely delivers May back to where she belongs. "I do hope your stick works."

The mechanics of this whole USB computery thing was beyond him.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
The man rushing at Cas strikes air with the stun baton before suddenly the room is empty.

"What in the heck?" he murmurs.

They are going to have a whole lot of explaining to do...

Meanwhile once Clint gets the all-clear, he puts the van into gear and drives on back to the Trisk.

Melinda May has posed:
...and they're back in the Triskelion and it takes May a second to mentally catch up. But she does, and immediately says into her comm unit, "Objectives complete. We're clear. Overwatch, see you back at the Triskelion."

"Castiel, thank you for your assistance. Did you wish to wait here until Lewis and Barton return?" For her own part, she would be only too glad to get back to her quarters and change into some NORMAL clothes.

Castiel has posed:
"Someone should make certain that they are safely delivered to the Triskelion," Castiel considers. Though if they're able to drive themselves home, that someone doesn't have to be him. And, like May, Castiel would much rather be in his usual rumpled getup - even if there is the matter of the blue of the shirt he is wearing and that comment May has made about his eyes.

"I am told it is polite at the end of a date to thank the lady and tell her how her company was pleasant and enjoyed." There is still that slight twitch at the edges of his usually gruff line of lips. "I do think that this was much more enjoyable than a meal at a restaurant where we are required to use all the utensils and I am to help you with a chair only to show you that I have noticed you are there."

There's a momentary full blown smile upon his lips, those blue eyes infinitely amused. "Perhaps another date another time. I will wear the shirt if you come in your battle gear."

Melinda May has posed:
May stares at Castiel for an amused and shocked moment, and then a full blown smile crosses her face in answer to his.

"All right. It's a date."