The city of Tianfal

Ceci noticed the guys excitement but didn't share it, a club, really. She looked down at her clothes and shook her head. Dancing, partying, and loud music, not her favorite way to spend any night or day.
Unlike Mal, who seemed to be dressed for most occasions, she was dressed strictly for business in a little suit with a tie.

Shiro's head jerked up at the mention of the mission, and she rapidly held up her pistol to the ceiling with a series of clicks. She stared intently at Vox, as if asking permission to kill.

The DJ couldn't help but chuckle at the other's excitement. But he almost jumped when the silent black haired person pulled out a gun from out of nowhere.

"JESUS! Kid, put the gun down! No boom boom guns around here!" He raised his palms, shaking them rapidly.

Influence immediately starts laughing, almost falling out of his chair as he slams the table for stability.
"Oh my gosh, what the heck was that?!" He cries out, "The peep pulls out a gun and your reaction is 'put the gun down, no boom boom guns around here!"
Influence takes a breath. "Man, I swear, that's what I'm gonna say to the Shadow State! 'Put down the boom boom right now!'"

Sam was watching all of this with a look of blatant annoyance. It was hard enough being on this mission without everyone acting so trigger happy and childish. She rolled her eyes and let out an audible sigh. "That's great Influence. I'm sure the Shadow State will just love your child-like sense of humor. I'm sure they'll getta good laugh when their cleanin' yer guts off the floor." She snapped, shooting him a glare.

"But in all seriousness, we need a freakin' plan. We ain't going to this nightclub ta party and if the Shadow State really is workin' der then we gotta be ready." She stated, turning to Vox with a semi-judgemental expression. "So fearless leader, what's your fantastic plan?" She continued sarcastically.

He let out a sigh, slightly exasperated. Then Vox had turned his head to meet Sam's gaze. For a moment or two, he was eerily silent as he crossed his arms. "....Well, Sammy, I'm real glad you asked." He began, a bit more serious this time around.

"We're splitting up into teams." He raised a hand, pointing at Mal and Ceci. "You guys will be outside, watching the exits, catching anyone from the Shadow State who tries to escape."

"Influence and.... 'Boom Boom'," He almost snorted trying to stifle laughter saying that. "You guys are gonna off the Shadow State guys in there."

"And you, dear Sammy." As he said this, he crossed his arms again, leaning forward a bit. "You are gonna get as much info as we can. Same with me, and...." He looked off to the side to Chanelle. "You too. I'll be DJing, so if anything happens at the club, you guys know where to find me." He paused and looked around the room one last time.

"....So, are we good?" Vox asked, sticking his hands into his pockets.

"Uh no, please specify 'you guys'," Influence spoke, raising an eyebrow.

Shiro shrugged, and put the gun away, resuming to drawing her patterns on the table as she listened to the 'plan'

Malvia who was so feeble and excited to go, laughing Vox's words along with Influence... And then he took the cold shower of desillusion as the plan was explained.
The silverwhite haired young man went silent for a second.
He then calmly walked to plant himself in front of Vox, putting on a big fakely calm smile and collecting his clenched fist behind his back as he ask with the sweetest voice he could managed in this stage of suppressed anger.
"Oh my, Captain, I think I might have misheard the plan. Where exactly did you plan to post me and with who..?"
*Slowly bringing his right hand palm up in front of him to wheigh in his words with some non-verbal communication.*
"Because I swear I could have heard you say that I was to freeze my ass off outside in the wonderfull company of the only other Silver agent in here."
*His brows flinched a little from the repressed anger that was starting to tear up his polite merchant smile.*
"Which would be stupid seeing as I am probably the most qualified infiltrator in this team to go inside the club, Especially since gathering intel in places like these is exactly my specialty. I mean, ahah, you wouldn't do the terrible mistake of having such an asset wait outside in the cold next to someone who probably wears a tie to go to bed- *he quickly turns around to Ceci* No offense intended- ... You wouldn't, right..?"

"Ah, ah, ah." Vox raised a finger, shaking it. "See Mally boy, I need you to be on your best behavior. And inside the club, I heard you might act a little.... Not productive. That's why. So don't be angry, alright? We gotta focus on the task at hand. Okay?" He raised his hand, patting Mal's head.

*although it was quite amusing to the others Malvia had to try is very best not to reach for his blade at the moment of the petting. Especially because of the petting.*
"Riiight, not sure if I can dig being called unprofessional by someone who arrived half an hour late to their OWN meeting... "
*backing of to grab their bag.*
"So if something wrong happens in there because none of you are aware of half the traps a nightclub can hide, and I can't protect you cauz' I'm outside, you know who to complain to."
*letting out a sigh he added lower mostly to himself*
"And just because I got drunk on duty once doesn't mean I'm unreliable. It was like ... two years ago, let it go already Emerald..."

"Actually, I'm down on getting a drink before playing lookout," Influence chuckled. He believed that fresh air would do him good, even if that meant not being in the club. "I'll keep ya company, though yes, Vox, I recommend asking everyone's specialty before assigning tasks. Just a recommendation."

He only shrugged, putting his hands behind his back. "Alright, there's only so much berating and belittling I can take in a day, guys. Look, I got your back! I might not look like much, but I'm pretty good at fighting. I even used to be a police officer! True story, look me up." There was a pause. "Oh wait, you can't...."

"On a side note though, Influence, you're going to be inside. Specifically, away from Mally. Ceci's going to be with Mally outside. And I know you don't like ties, but please, don't be discriminating against ties. Discrimination is very bad!"

"Apologies, I kinda missed that part that told me that I'm going in," Influence noted, adjusting his headgear, "So, I follow your lead or something?"

Influence points to the announcer. "This guy. They get it. I like em already."
Influence got up from his comfortable position as adjusted his headgear.
"K, capt. Vox! Leave us to the downfall of the SS. Or maybe our own, who knows."

Vox straightened himself and saluted. "Sir yes sir! And don't worry, there's a 98% chance we won't die! The other 2%.... Well, you don't wanna know." He turned away, opening the door leading out to the hall.

"Come along, little ones!"

*Each second passing aggravated Malvia's despair, and the according expression on his face.*
"I ... am starting to think this wasn't a job for me after all.... "
*He gave a look of agony to Influence and his compliance, facepalming with his white hand before following the group with resignation, head and shoulders down*
*Calling out to Vox as if to spit acid but without any conviction he added* "Hoi , Tincan : please don't call me Mally again. I'm pretty sure it's in the top five worst dog name or whatever.."
*Passing by the cyborgs he shrigged and let out a quick mockery* "nice toys you got there Voxy, do they also work as flashlight ?"

Following the group, Influence hummed, obviously amused by Mal's last statement.
"I would hope so! That's, like, low tech," he chuckled.

Vox shrugged, sticking his hands in his pockets. "I'm pretty sure they do. Preeeeeeetty sure. If not, then I need to have a serious talk with whoever made these things; a serious talk that involves flip flops."