File Number (867-0032)

Name: Robert Brown (Bobby)

Age: ---

Rank: ARMY, Special Services

Location: East Coast

Status: Temp. Civilian

Current Occupation: Security company employee

Team Members: LB(867-9965), Tank(867-1543), Mañoso(867-0132), Santos(867-4432), Dart(867-5643), Das(867-9376)

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So the set up was started. The plan: Steph and LB would go out dancing every other night at the same club, arriving and leaving at the same time in the same car with the same driver. The goal: to coax out the attacker into what he thinks is the norm, and have him fall for a different kind of distraction.

"That's the part I don't get?" Steph called from the bathroom, where she was putting on her make-up for the night. "How is this a distraction?"

"He'll think we are too drunk and won't recognize him. He'll try to get us outside and into his car before ours arrives. So in other words, instead of you are I luring him out he'll do it himself. They guys will be right there the whole time and will nail him when he makes his move. But don't expect him to come up to us tonight, or even the next time we go. It may take a week or so."

LB finished getting ready and waited in the living room for Steph. When she finally emerged from the bathroom she blushed when LB whistled. "Damn, girl. You clean up pretty good if you have the right motivation." Steph laughed.

"Same to you B." They grabbed their bags and left the apartment arm 'n arm. When they got to the garage where the boys were waiting they burst into a new wave of laughter when they saw the boys expressions.

"Damn." Said Bobby. "We have to find the security breach if we didn't even know that these ladies were in the building. I thought the only women were Steph and B." Steph rolled her eyes and LB punched him on the arm. The other guys were smiling.

"Girls." They turned to face Ranger. "Don't get too plastered tonight. Remember it is a mission and…"

"And you have to be aware or your surroundings. We know Ranger, we know. But that's why you're there. To make sure we are in safe surroundings. Besides," she angled herself into the waiting car. "if we don't make it convincing he'll never make his move." And with that they were on their way to the club.

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Steph had to admit, she was a little nervous about going to the club with B, who she hardly knew. But during their night out she learned a lot about her. For one thing, she learned that before a huge take down the whole team would go out to a club and they would have a great time. And if any of them had a hangover the next morning they automatically had a date with a bucket of ice water.

Plus they had a great time. They danced, drank and talked. Of course they both had a lot of men who were more then willing to take them home. So, by the time they had to leave, they both had a ton of phone numbers. "Keep them." LB said once they were in the car. "Why?"

"Because they could be a link to the bad guy and number two, you might want to go out on another date some time." They both burst out laughing. The driver shook his head and led the way back to RangeMan. When they arrived the both stumbled out of the car and were caught by one of their colleagues.

"How much didn't you drink tonight?" Lester asked LB. She glared and used him as a support as she removed her sandals. Once they were off she walked into the elevator, where Bobby and Ranger were waiting. Steph, who had a horrible tolerance for alcohol, had to be helped by Das.

"How are you so sober?" She asked LB. LB smiled. "I'm not sober, I'm just beyond happy." They looked at one another and burst into laughter again. A couple of the guys heaved a sigh.

"Okay you two. We'll call this off if this continues. Why are you still laughing?" Bobby asked.

"Because," LB choked out, "Steph got hit on by a guy that…" She couldn't complete her sentence because she was over come by laughter again.