2020-07-15:Liquidating Leaks Part 1

Liquidating Leaks Part 1
Pentex security forces respond to a leak in a department of Atlas International
IC Date	July 15, 2020
IC Time	4 PM
Players	Raquel, Jackson, Ivy, Sheridan, Pax (ST)
Location	Poway
Spheres	Pentex

RP Room 3

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Classification: Restricted Nature: Extaordinary (Supernatural) Company: Atlas International

Several weeks ago, dumping of toxic waste in the southern California area was rerouted to a dumping site approx. six miles southest of the city of Poway. Information of this rerouting was intentionally leaked to a number of unrelated offices via misrouted emails in the Poway area, each with their own details on local security measures. Following lycanthropic assault on the facility, and the annihiliation of lycanthropic forces on-site, analysis has narrowed down the intelligence leak to the transportation routing office of Atlas International located in the business district of Poway, CA.

Objectives: - Investigate the office to determine the source of the information leak - If possible, track the leak from it leaving the office to reception by local lycanthropes, making note of all individuals involved in the chain of information - Remove the offending employee from rotation in whatever manner seems most effective

Notes: - Team is to refer to themselves as 'Atlas International Internal Affairs,' and is not to mention Pentex Inc. - Apart from dealing with errant employee, team is not to engage, only report information on the chain of information that is discovered. * Discovered eco-terrorists will be handled separately to ensure maximum efficiency in eradication - Majority of office workers in this division are 'out of the loop' in terms of extraordinary (supernatural) occurrences. Keep operational security and 'Protect the Veil,' as contractors say. - Uniforms and security badges will be provided.

A tailored suit nothing quiet like it, as Jackson moves forward it is a purple with the badge cliped to his right breast pocket. A bright red tie with a pattern reflecting inside of is around his neck for those in the know it is a spirals looping in random patterns, as he brings a cigrette to his lips. The wraping is done by hand black as sin, as he lights it with a flick of a lighter as he stands outside of the office leaning on his brand new bmw, as he waits now his eyes hidden behind a pair of expensive ray brands. He is bored, as he exhales the smoke into the air with a smirk waiting waiting waiting.

	 Raquel Russell has definitely dressed the part to stand out: Long-sleeved malachite blouse tucked into a clinging black skirt mid-thigh, those long defined legs encased in dark green stockings and ending in painful looking stilettos. Her long blonde, wavy hair is pulled up into a high pony-tail, allowing her bright smile to be seen for miles. Slim-framed glasses rest upon her cute little nose, and an inspection binder rests within the crook of her arm. 

Infiltration is usually more a thing for Ragabash, but being Sheridan's more experienced in working in office environments. She might actually be better suited to coming along. To further that she dresses for the part.Little pink blouse, buttoned up tight to just under her neck, the hem tucking into the tan belted waistband of some very figure hugging black jeans which in trurn tuck into some tan shit high boots with only a couple inches of heel pushing her past her flat footed six feet. Her hair is bound up in a couple of tight little low set pigtails while she keeps some more classic nerdy styled rims on her nose with a slight tint in the lenses. And with it all, the young woman moves about like she owns the place, doing her best attempt at a resting bitch face while she moves more like she's on a catwalk than an office floor. Provided ID tag secured with one of those retractable line clips at her pront pocket.

"Atlas International, Providers for Our Future" is emblazoned on the far wall of the lobby of this office building, and is likely the first thing noticed by any Internal Affairs 'Officers' that might be visiting this branch of Atlas Corporate this evening. Following a brief security check, the team is allowed further into the structure, though the destination is somewhat clear given the nature of the visit. After a short walk to the back corner of the ground floor, the Transportation Coordination office is found, and what lies within is where the team has been directed to investigate. The office itself is somewhat bland, and speaks to the gray, monotonous life that is working in a cubicle. The office is made up of a small maze of cloth-clad structures, each reaching about five feet off the ground, and each seating two employees within them, save the cubicles on the end containing a team leader each. On all sides of this block of cubicles is a walkway, which seems to make its way around the northwestern exterior wall of the building, though the windows found here are vertically long and thin, disallowing much of the light that would otherwise pass through them. Of the two walls not on the exterior, one seems to house offices for personnel such as Managers and Analysts, and the other has a break room and restroom area embedded within. Overhead, the dim buzzing of flourescent lights can be heard, and the yellowish tint of standard office roof panels that have definitely seen better days stretch overhead. The air here is somewhat stale, yet chilly, and other than the lights themselves the only sounds coming from within is the tapping of fingers on keyboards and the occasional cough or sniff that signifies a large, hidden human presence. Outside of the double doors the team uses to enter the area, each propped open to allow more air flow, the only other exits are the fire exits at the ends of the walkways around the cubicles, each marked with a glowing red EXIT sign above.

Jackson nods to the others as he drops that cigrette quickly lifting his boot to slam down to snuff it out as he moves forward behind Raquel."Lead on." His voice soft with a musical edge, as he looks over the building."Here for back up, good to see ya again Raquel." His eyes on Cheridan as he waves with a wicked chuckle."DR. Thompson." Is all that is given, as he looks around the place.

	 Raquel has only met Jackson once, in the Barracks gym. Did she somehow give the impression that they are on a first name basis while on the clock? Or is it the lack of an obvious Doctorate degree? "It's Ms. Russell." Her tone is quiet, yet firm, masked by that ever present professional smile. Whether it's hard laminated floors, or dull carpeting, those stiletto heels definitely thunk and make noise. Muted noise, sure, but the staccato causes ears to perk and dread to bloom. 

Sheridan isn't just moving about like she owns the place. The apparentlt drudgery of the cubicle far even looks homey. The others are greeted with a smile though after that the apparentt attempt at looking cheery might give way to what looks like a huge case of Resting Bitch Face. Like she's about to bite someone's head off. Jackson gets a side eye and an eyebrow arch. "Ms Larkin." she adds back and follows the others in to get herself a lay of the land as she moves about in her idly danced hip swaying. never stops but at least it's not busting into choreography.

Jackson nods towards the other woman, as he looks over at Raquel."Ms. Russell it is." His voice is soft, as he slides his hand out of his pocket to brush lint from the pants slowly, with a chuckle."I have yet to find a good dry cleaner here, it makes me so sad. It is a pleasure to meet you Ms. Larkin. Shall we?" His voice is cold, as he turns now to look over the building, as he exhales the last of the smoke into the air.

The clacking of shoes does at least alert someone within the office that there are visitors, and shortly after the team arrives, a door on the righthand wall that was otherwise slightly propped open is slung back. Out steps a portly man, likely in his fifties, with a balding head and a pair of glasses perched on his nose, dressed in business formal attire sans his jacket. The man directs his attention to the trio, and shuffles over with a bubbling smile on his face that obviously masks some worry to it. "Hello! Hello. You must be those people from corporate I was told would be paying us a visit. Welcome to Transportation Coordination. I'm Stan Barry, Managing Supervisor of this Department." Despite the cordiality, it's somewhat clear the man is nervous, and a motion of his hand follows at the wall of the nearest cubicle, but presumably towards the floor as a whole. "What can we do to help you today?"

Ivy comes along, bringing up the rear and mostly lingering at the back of the group. She's dressed....mostly appropriately. It's an effort for her to wear an actual pantsuit, complete with tie; A blouse underneath was unfortunately left off, but the jacket is buttoned up enough to be 'appropriate'. Her high heels click along over the tile, a hand holding onto a small messenger bag that's slung over one shoulder.

	 "Nice to meet you, Mr. Barry. I'm Tica Johnson, Atlas International Internal Affairs." Raquel's voice purrs as her smile is chesire and her eyes mildly predatory. "My associates and I have some concerns we'd like to discuss about... erm." She pulls up her plastic inspection case, opening it up to peer at the information inside. "Missing milage reports. Shortages in fuel costs, missing items in the inventory, that sort of thing." Yes, she knows they're all here for leaks, but to announce the info trail out loud this early might cause someone to start running for the door so soon. 

For now Sheridan lets Stan get dealt with by the others first. As far as the office Definite drudgery. The place looks damn well sterile compared to the normal Pentex shenanigans. Moving about without purpose but trying to look like she has some as she looks over the tops of the cube maze. Shoulders are peaked over too see desks, ears try to pick up any stray conversations. Body kept moving fluid while she keeps herself moving in her pink blouse and way too tight jeans. The anxiety of the man is pretty visible while she comes to a stop. Mostly she never quite stands still after all.

Jackson stands behind Raquel with a look of bored indiffrence over his face, as he watches the room. His hands are crossed behind his back, as if he is waiting for the order, or someone to do something dumb. Big tough looking, dudge waiting now and a part he is use to playing.

Mr. Barry stares for a moment at 'Tica' as she announces the reason for their visit, only to promptly sputter briefly at the explained reasoning for said visit. "Missing inventory!" he declares, likely a bit too loudly, as the clicking of keyboards halts briefly and more than a few heads peek over cubicles to peer at the source of the disturbance. Some meet the visage of Sheridan as she peeks over the top, but for the most part the already quiet office goes somewhat quieter. Taking a visible moment to quieten himself, and to compose his voice, Mr. Barry responds with "I can assure you, Ms. Johnson, we take the transportation of sensitive materials to and from this region's nuclear plants very, very seriously. Everything is within line with governmental regulations. I'd be happy to show you to our files."

"I expect everything will be in order and available to us as we go through things." The name on her ID badge at her waist reading 'Kirsten James' but what ever her name, the woman keeps her eyes moving over Stan with all the scaryness one in Human Resourses can level on a manager. "And should we have questions we will let you know with whom!" she further exclaims being a little more quieter than Mr Barry had been but very firm in tone nonetheless.

	 "Of course!" Tica is delighted that Stan is such an easy person to rattle. Especially since that tub of lard is wiggling and jiggling enticingly so. Mmmm. "I'm sure that when we look through the files, that there's probably just a clerical error of some sort." Her efforts to placate are half-assed, especially since she's staring at him with those hungry eyes of hers. Jackson is left outside of the office to patrol the aisles, with Sheridan able to choose which avenue she decides to investigate. 

"Of course! Of course!" Stan replies, his generally jovial mood slowly returning as he turns and motions along. "Please, the files are in our store room. We keep them very carefully formatted to ensure we can pass our bi-yearly federal inspections. The government takes the handling of nuclear waste very seriously!" As he arrives, a key is fished out of his pocket and utilized to unlock the door to a windowless storage room practically stuffed with well-kept filing cabinets, each one dated by the year and quarter. "I'll be in my office if you need anything. Please don't hesitate to ask!" If allowed, the man will simply shuffle away, especially considering the off vibes he'd been getting from this particular group. Meanwhile, the silent effect on the working floor breaks as soon as Stan's office door shuts, and a hushed din follows as gossip naturally begins to flow. The sounds of chairs creaking as a few get up from their cubicles follows, with three or four people gathering around the water cooler in the break room to chat about what could've possibly been lost, why, and most importantly, whose fault it was.

Jackson speaks softly into his ear piece."Don't see anyone ready to dash yet, watching them all." His voice is cold, as he makes his way along walking by the water cooler, as he moves slowly with each step a glare at someone. His eyes never stops moving along the others, as he exhales slowly."Anything fun over on your end?"

	 "Found what I was looking for..." Raquel mutters on the earpiece, since there's no one else in the filing room with her. She takes out her smartphone, taking quick pictures of the documents in question before stashing it away and then straightening up. Still needs to make formal copies of these. "Keep your eyes on the office, while I interrogate the supervisor further." The Hispanic lady in high heels comes out, carefully closing the door behind her with a stack of papers held tight against her bossom. What did she find? There's that manic grin, with a fire in her eyes, as she strides with a forceful confidence towards poor Stan's location. 

Ivy slides a hand into her bag for a moment, her gaze sliding over the cubicle farm. A soft sigh and then her hand slips out, and she turns to walk over to Sheridan, speaking quietly to her as she relays what she's learned while inspecting her nails with a small frown. ooc I think I got everyone's replies handled. If I missed something ping me. <OOC> Pax says, "I think I got everyone's replies handled. If I missed something ping me."

Communication via earpiece seems to be the way to go. While Sheridan, or Kirsten as she's claiming to be, casually moves along the cubicle maze, noting that the line managers seem to be seated along the end of each row. She flits a more friendly smile to Ivy and Jackson along with others on the floor. It might look a little more intimidating but when you radiate rage it is difficult to not look like you're going to tear heads off. "So hopefully we'll have a name or two. Need a hand Tica hon'? I'm sure a friendly chat with the three of us should be fruitful."

The employees on the floor continue their milling about, almost as if they all decided to take their second fifteen at the same time! Restroom trips and the gathering at the water cooler are the only truly active activities currently going on, aside from friends that seem to have rolled into other friend's cubicles for a quick chat. The newer people are eyed with suspicion, and fear by some, especially those with the underlying features of a predator. Meanwhile, following whatever method of knocking or barging in is elected, Stan is seated in his fairly plain office. There's no window to see outside, though he's hung up a fairly nice framed picture that at first glance might look like a window, but is in fact just framed to make the room look slightly larger. He seems to have been relaxing back in his rolling chair, but as his company arrives he sits up and forward as that jovial smile returns to his face. "Hello! That was quite speedy, I think. We haven't had Internal Affairs in the office since the merger! Please, have a seat, what can I do for you?" the man asks, that nervous air once again returning to him.

Jackson stands the re watching as he thinks for a moment with a little chuckle, his hand is bring out his phone. His thumb unlocking it as he quickly looks down starting up something, his fingers then placing it back in his pocket. His eyes boredly scanning, as he waits now."Have fun. I hope we get a runner."

Ivy nods and moves away from Sheridan once the information has been shared, heading back towards the entrance. She finds a spot along the wall to lean against, sliding her hands into her pants pockets, head leaned back as she watches those heading over towards the water cooler.

There's one group in row two that was pointed out by the slim blonde to the much bigger one. So with a smirk she moves in that gip swaying stripper runway step of her's wanders up to the folks. "So you folks know if there's anything odd going on, it's okay to let is know right? After all, we're here to keep folks out of trouble." she posits as bespectacled brown eyes roam over the group chatting while she leans against a cube wall with an arm drapping along the top edge of it so she can try to not look so big and scary.

	 Raquel actually decided to knock politely first. And -then- there's the careless barging in. "Ok." Her voice is mildly dismissive, but the confidence is there as she places the stack of papers down with a bit of oomph. Still keeping that grip in place until the stack settles before releasing it. "I need the files on whomever is on Team 3, as well as the individuals who signed off on manifestos here, here, and here." Those platinum nails point to every name, pointed and painted with rhinestones to boot. Very flashy! "It would behoove you to get me copies of these documents I have provided to you, as well." There is no asking, just a pointed stare over the rims of those modern frames. 

"It depends on if you did your TPS Reports!" echoes from around the water cooler, followed by a good-natured laughing at a man from row 3 who'd just arrived, who proceeds to fill up his cup with some water in the mean time. Therein, a man breaks away and approaches the restrooms, presumably to use them. Inside the cubicles in row 2, Sheridan finds two women seated in their rolling chairs, as well as another older woman with obviously dyed hair who's rolled over from across the strip to have a chat with the other two. As Sheridan approaches the group, the conversation that was apparently about something along the lines of 'Sharon, that bitch' fizzles out, and cautious glaring smiles are directed at the woman. Briefly, until that distinct unsettling effect sets in for the trio. "Oh! You don't know?" one of them asks, with the distinctive tone speaking of gossip monger. "Weeeeelll, apparently someone's been falsifying reports." she half whispers, in a tone that most definitely shouldn't be considered whispering. "And /I/ hear they're coming to fire someone over it. Right? I mean we just had our inspection last month, and layoffs were a few weeks ago, so it can't possibly be that. I bet it was Sharon, right?" This conversation continues, of course, with more and more information spilling out of the group every second that Sheridan allows it to continue. In Stan's office, the man jumps slightly as all those papers are placed on his desk, and his glasses are adjusted as he leans forward to look at the stack. "T-team three? Of course! Just a moment, I was just getting their individual scorecards ready. Team three is my second best performing!" Leaning back to his PC, Stan seems to analyze whatever's on his screen for a moment, then presses the print button as a printer in the corner of the room springs to life and starts printing off team information. "Yes! Yes! Copies! Of course!" the man declares, as Raquel's distinctly authoritative tone sets off alarm bells in Stan's head, sending him into a passive fugue as he shoots up, gathers the papers, and exits the room to go make the requested copies.

Jackson walks towards the bathroom following the man, he is bored and this might be amusing. His eyes trailing after the man, as he moves in that lazy slow way of a man with too much time on his hands. His shades removed now to show off his silver eyes, as the glasses are placed in his inner pocket, as a pair of black leather studed gloves are removed placed on his hands quickly. He waits five seconds, before into that bathroom he follows offically, ready to see if it is a runner or just a scared man.

Ivy seems to decide something and looks away from those at the watercooler, looking over towards the supervisors cubicle instead. She straightens up from her lean and does her best mosey on over in that direction. Her hands fold on the top of the cubicle wall so she can rest her chin on them and look down on the occupant. "Bet this kind of shit drives you nuts, huh? People coming in and messing with your day."

	 Mmmmmmm, look at that piggy go... Raquel sighs wistfully as the office manager is panicking. She might not have the innate Curse that causes all the mortals to go into primordial terror like the Shifters do. But what she lacks in that she more than makes up for with practice, practice, practice. It's just enough time for her to poke and prod and glimpse the space, just to see if someone is spying on the Boss himself. Heh. There doesn't seem to be anything in here... 

"Sharon huh!?" Sheridan asks with a mix of curiosity and appreciation for the info, which should have gone over the ear piece to the others. The angle she leans against the cube wall at adds an extra tilt to her hips and they never quite stay still. Some compulsions are worse so she got off lightly dancing the Spiral. "Sounds like Sharon's not a fun gal at the best of times? There's always one right." she adds and puts on a goofy look. "Those are the ones we usualy cut loose when we do a second wave after an audit. Underperformers first, which is sad because they're often very loyal. The really unpleasant types float like cream on a latte."

As Jackson enters the restroom, the man that previously entered is standing at the urinal going about his business. Though, when the other man enters her turns a brief eye to him, smiles, then returns his attention forward. "Hey! You're an auditor, right?" he asks curiously. "You know how long this one's gonna last? The last one had us here til eight, and I missed the game!" As Ivy's head pops over the top of the cubicle, the supervisor of row 1 within jumps briefly with slight fright, and turns his attention from the form she was filling out up to the other woman. "W-what? Oh! Yes, well, I tend to tune everything out I guess. You know what they say!" she states, as she makes a show of gathering and tapping her papers on the desk. "Good work makes the world go round! I'm sure you see all sorts of things though. Some people just can't work with distractions, can they?" In Stan's office, the personnel files finish printing out near Raquel, while Stan is out on the floor making copies. Meanwhile, in that cubicle on row 2, the three women see something important: Validation! It' this that, perhaps unfortunately, opens the floor gates of more gossip. "Oh, surely!" one of the ones in the cubicle states. "/We/ thought she was going to get axed on the last rotation, but we were surprised she's still here! I even reported her for that parking spot thing and everything! You'd think HR just takes these things and puts them in a box somewhere they never touch again. I mean I swear, sure it was her parking spot, but the way she asked me to move was /not/ acceptable." Another next to her bobs her head, and goes on with, "We've been trying to get her transferred out, but she's still here! Gah! What do you have to do to get someone moved, right?"

Jackson looks over at the man as he sighs softly moving to the sink as he takes out some lotion from inside of the jacket. He rubs it along his hand slowly, as he looks at the bald head of his."It depends on how easy we find what we are looking for, last time no-one talked we were here till midnight." His voice is warm, as he starts to rub it into the scalp with a little chuckle."I love OT man, I'm on the clock so I don't mind it. So, yeah that is the best answer I got for ya."

Ivy shakes her head a little, smiling faintly. "Can't say that I do. I'm just a trainee I suppose. Up for a position but not sure if I want to jump on the corporate teat, you know." She lifts a shoulder and looks around the room. "This sort of thing happen very often? The vultures decend to pick at you guys." Doing her best to sound like a sympathetic ear.

Being a Human Resources girl herself Sheridan nods and smiles at the continued talk of Sharon. "It can be a slog, yeah. I've seen the box. You can almost see the lid about to popp off." Sheridan states with a grin and gestures an explosion with her fingers. "Sharon's definitely on the radar now." she adds, her voice again carrying over the comms the group share. Hopefully the name comes up elsewhere. "We'll make sure of that. Want to make things as smooth as possible. Wouldn't want to miss any detail that you guys might have that can help!"

	 Pictures and names, all neat an orderly. If Stan had a brain on him and a backbone, he'd notice that something was up. Instead of being stuck in middle-management Hell. Raquel collects all the paperwork that prints out here, slides them into her binder, and then makes way to stalk the gentlman who is making copies. Not stealthily. She might not have hooves now, but those stilletos let the whole damn office knows she's on the warpath. While approaching him, her eyes quickly scan the office for two of the six she's come to potentially claim. 

The man in the restroom with Jackson gives a 'huh' at the explanation from the other man, and after taking a moment to zip up his pants, he turns around and walks over to the sink to wash his hands. "Talks about what, exactly? I mean, it's all in the paperwork, I'm guessing. You guys looking for something in particular?" he asks, as paper towels are jerked from their holder to dry his hands. The woman in the cubicle looks upon Ivy with a faint sadness, but nevertheless she bobs her head as a slight smile comes across her features. "Oh, yea! But I wouldn't call it vultures, really. We deal with sensitive material, like depleted uranium and nuclear waste, so it's only natural that we're given audits fairly often by internal and external sources. First time I've ever met anyone from Internal Affairs though. I'm Sharon Porter, team one supervisor." The women on row two nod slowly, as though this is all very serious. "Well good, she should be! Thinks she's better than everyone just because she has her Master's. You know I heard she dropped out of high school? Got her GED instead?" one of them says conspiratorially. Another nods, with a "Doesn't surprise me. She's /book/ smart, not street smart, you know?" Apparently realizing something, one of them glances to Sheridan to explain that, "Sharon is the supervisor of Team One. She sits... Right over there." she explains, as he points at the wall of the current cubicle, towards the one at the front of the first row. Stan is at the copier, and seems to be about halfway through the papers. He's in a decent enough mood until he hears Raquel's approaching footsteps, which seems to cause him to go slightly more stiff, and his hands to move faster to get those copies done. The employees Raquel gets a glance of in row 3 are in the same cubicle, as a man speaks to a woman at the supervisor's cubicle of row 3.

Jackson watches the man with a cold look."Now, than I can't talk about it sorry bub. Anything weird been going on in this little slice of boredom you call home?" His voice is cold, as his eyes on the man no longer friendly."One of those paygrade things, sure you know how that works."

	 "Leaving." Raquel mutters to no one in particular, but those on the comms hear it. "Mr. Brady! You just about done? We're going to be heading out here soon." Yes, surely the Supervisor of Row 3 hears that loud and clear. Especially the gentleman conversing with her about going home early. "No need to worry about long nights tonight!" There's that warm smile, and the internal struggle not to look at that massive keg of delicious fat around his midsection. 

Sheridan smiles at the women offering up some very potentially useful information. "Well thank you!" she exclaims with an appreciative smile as she stands up straighter and rolls her shoulders out with arms down and as small a roll of her hips as she can manage for herself. "Looks like I better get more of a wriggle on. Or I might get stuck on paper work soon." she beans and slinks past the group to move down. A nod over the cubicle walls at Ivy gets the pantsuited young blonde a smile along with it while she chats with the Sharon of note. "We got enough?" she adds over the earpieces. But she does acknowledge Raquel and starts to make an exit with the Security head leading the way.

Ivy reaches a hand over the edge of the cubicle to shake the supervisor's hand. "Dawn." She says simply. "Huh, yeah I guess that can make people twitchy. I know I wouldn't want to be the one to have to report something like that going missing." She smirks, looking over her shoulder as the rest of the group starts moving around. "Bet that causes ruffled tail feathers all over the place."

The man next to Jackson shakes his head, though he does consider the question for a moment. "Outside of the usual office stuff? No, I don't think so. Someone was talking about some weird reroutings the other day, but it didn't pass through my desk or anything." he explains as he tosses his paper towel into the garbage and starts for the exit to the restroom. "Yea, there's a lot of stuff above my paygrade. I mean I'm just here for the paycheck, y'know?" Stan near the printer jumps when Raquel calls his name, and after a bit of fumbling, the paperwork is rapidly assembled together and offered to Raquel with shaking hands. "Yes, yes! Here you go, all done. Going so soon? N-not that I'm complaining, mind, this was just a very efficient visit! You must have a wonderful manager." he explains, his jovial smile attempting to black the nervousness that her presence and gaze causes. The women on row 2 beam and give Sheridan a wave. "Have a wonderful day then! I'd /love/ to see results soon." Following Sheridan's departure, the women all turn in on each other and hunch over to begin speaking in a quieter tone. As though they just got the story of the /year/ presented to them! "A pleasure to meet you, Dawn. Yes, we take accusations and mistakes very seriously here. Any lost inventory at all could cause a national incident, you understand?" We're very careful, we keep our paperwork in order, and the inspections are always easy as a result!"

<We out of here.> Jackson nods slowly as he speaks softly into the mic, as he thinks for a moment."Gotcha, who was doing this rerouting than, boredom means you watch too much." Jackson grins at the man with a wink, as he washes his hands slowly."I have no idea, I wanna get outta here have a hot date with a chick, but stuck here with ya."

Ivy nods and laughs. "I bet." She slides back from her lean, giving the top of of the cubicle a pat, "I'll let you get back to it then." She winks and moves away, and then on over to Sheridan once more as she heads away from that isle. She lifts a hand to stop the trek towards the exit, and holds up some fingers; three of them, then lets her eyes roam over to a man in that row that no one has spoken to yet.

	 "Of course! My manager is the best!" Whether or not Raquel has a direct supervisor worth mentioning is irrelevant: They got what they came for, on paper, and Billy-Joe is attempting to get out the door soon. Best to be outside, ready for him. "Ciao, Mr. Brady!" Raquel waves with her fingers, before everything is stashed away in that binder and he's promptly forgotten. Hopefully her associates have gotten the hint, and they're all out the door. 

"Uhhhhh, someone a few rows over, I think? Team three or four?" the man responds to Jackson with a nod. "Yea, someone over there. Like I said, I'm not too familiar with the whole thing. We're under a NDA, so we don't really talk about it outside of vague stuff, y'know?"

Having done what she can at the moment Ivy turns to follow as the group starts to filter out.

Jackson nods slowly as he waves towards the man."Stay safe." With that he is heading out of the bathroom with a little chuckle, as he moves towards the exit quickly. His hands resting on the belt, as he is moving out of the building with the rest of the team.

Sheridan navigates the cubibles towards the exit and with Ivy pointing out another possibility. She alters her direction just briefly and shuffles past the man that was pointed out and totally accidentally on purpose pretends to trip around him without actually bumping him. At least enough to turn and get a better look at him. "Sorry, such a kluts!" she says and straihtens up, smiling at the man before she lips out of the door with the others. But names and faces have been noted enough for now even when there isn't always a match yet.