Scene #7229: The Living Daylights Pt. 3

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James Bond	Acting in tandem with Bond, the Watch has pieced together that General Georgi Koskov's defection has been staged. Having determined that deception might be useful, you have allowed him to go through with it anyway. Today, you have been taken to an MI6 facility disguised as an estate in the English countryside. You have been provided with cover identities which name you as important members of the British intelligence apparatus, as well as some light disguises to hide your more obvious Multiversal features. Makeup, contacts, occasionally a facial prosthetic as needed. If Amelris' glamour can't reasonably make him look like someone else, he'll get a couple of those. Damocles, being huge, is a bit of a different story. He's been given a light disguise, as well--but even with makeup and a pair of contacts designed to filter out the glow of his eyes, the fact remains that he's enormous. As a result, he has been given an earpiece, and instead of being seated with 'the brass,' he has been posted outside as a guard. The clothing aspect of his 'disguise' is a tailored three piece suit which looks quite nice on him. But he's still huge. More on his particular assignment in a moment. When Amelris posed as a member of the Octopus Group in Czechoslovakia, Koskov told him that he would, after touching down in London, make arrangements for transport to Tangiers. It's unclear how he intends to do that, but you at least know where he's headed next. This should, then, be a fairly simple chance to let him run his mouth, and try to figure, based on whatever he makes up, what he actually wants. Bond had mentioned that Koskov was trying to paint Pushkin as a rabid warmonger, during their flight from Bratislava. Based on your previous dealings with him, and Amelris' in particular, this seems somewhat unlikely. Pushkin has been reasonable, patient and accommodating, even after the bungled op with Le Chiffre.
James Bond	The 'debrief' will begin in a few minutes. You may use that time to discuss concerns with each other, with Bond, and with a new face you haven't met before. A short, middle aged woman with close-cut hair in a business suit that's very of the times. She sits at the head of the table. Nothing that she has seen so far--not the enormous chaos soldier outside, not the catman, not the digital lifeform--has surprised her. Koskov is a natural liar and a difficult read, but not nearly so much as this woman. She is a fortress, in the same way that Bond is. Perhaps moreso. A cigarette smolders between her lips as grey eyes seem to look right through each of you. Bond refers to her as 'ma'am.' All of the men at this facility do. At times, you think you might hear Bond alter the word into something it's not. Maybe 'mu'm.' But it's fleeting, hard to pin down given his accent, and besides that, the woman seems as unfazed by it as by anything else. If he's even changing the word at all, she either allows it, or doesn't care. Damocles will receive a piped-through feed of everything that's being said. To make use of his size in a less suspicious way, he has been entrusted with something more important than just listening. He was asked to arrive early, so that the full details could be given to him. The wide lad has been posted at the front gate which serves as the only legitimate entrance to this 'estate.' There, he will screen visitors and search them for weapons before allowing them through. To that end, he was given a list of every expected arrival today, complete with names and pictures. It's hard to know who might try to infiltrate. Koskov has connections with the Octopus, but is also, as far as Pushkin knows, a defector. The KGB might attempt to get him back, detente or no, just as the Watch or the British would try to keep one of theirs from spreading secrets to a foreign entity.
Damocles	Damocles, master of Chaos Magics and scholar of the arcane, might be forced to admit at this point that he is '2 swole 2 spy.' The hulking chaos mage, when you take him out of his chaos armor, looks surprisingly normal, with wavy brown hair, blue eyes and pale skin. However, it's hard to hide that 'over 9 feet tall and like a half-ton' physique. He's a bit grumbly about the situation, which actually ends up helping his cover as 'huge door guard', as he projects an aura like a bear on too little sleep trying to swat open a beehive. He uses this to its maximum effect by snarling slightly at anybody who gets too close to him. If anybody tries talking to him, he just stares them down until they go away. Thanks to Chaos magic, he's perfectly able to understand anything they say to him no matter the language, and respond to them as well. But he doesn't. Because fuck 'um. Instead, he hoists an LMG that he has no skill nor intention to use, and makes use of his position as a guard. Guards actually overhear a lot of stuff, given that they're the people who keep other people away, it's difficult to also keep THEM away. So he listens, projecting an exterior of a barely contained wild animal to keep people away.
Amelris Belthrone	The glamour is not strong enough for his full disguise to work. It help, certainly: it helps with changing some color and it is at the point that he might as well make full use of the prosthetics and make up that the British are offering for him to use. Sadly, Glamour is mostly only for clothing -- a full body glamour is far beyond his capabilities. The Red Mage is currently disguised, thanks to the help of some actual expert of the intelligence agency, into a plain intelligence agency man. Beret(hiding his ears), long coat(tail, tucked into pants, it's all fine), some make up to change his grey-blue skin, and contacts to change his eyes into regular browns. He holds a styrofoam mug of tea in his hand(it's actually just water, like he'd get a hot water near this guy), getting ready and waiting.
Deelel	Deelel wasn't sure how deep this went, but the Watch did need to get this even though to the end. So here she was, the last outing on this world. So here she is again she's clad in the light disguise though to hide some of her multiversal nature. She won't part with the ID disc no matter what anyone tries to convince her to do so otherwise other than that she cooperates. It's easy enough though to hide here disc but keep it on hand, it seems to be more than just a weapon to her. She looks the part of some sort of aid or maybe some other agent it's hard to tell but she carriers herself dangerously enough.