"Alright everyone, I've just received news that we'll be heading to Italy in exactly two weeks. That being said, I've also come up with our plan of attack." Gabriel addressed his team. It's been a while since he's seen everyone in one room. Interns and some pilots and secretaries stood, while the rest sat at the grey rectangular table along with the personnel sent into action.
"First of all," he started, "we got ourselves a hotel not too far from the restaurant. We'll be staying there for three days. In those three days, Genji, Gerard, and I will be collecting all the data we could get on Talon's activity. Jesse and Moira," he glanced at each of them, "you guys were given cover jobs. Jesse, you're a waiter, and Moira, you're going to be their new bartender."
"I'm not licensed to sell alcohol," Moira pointed out.
"Yes you are," Gabe countered. Her curt nod told him she understood. "Alright," he continued, looking back to the rest of his audience, "the night of the party: while those two keep watch of the main thing, the rest of us are going to stay in the shadows."
"What we do best," McCree chimed in.
"Hell yeah," he agreed. "Anyway, Gerard will do what he does best: spy on the enemy. He'll set up cameras with the help of Genji and me. Genji, just do what he says. He's pretty damn good at this stuff, if I do say so myself."
"Yes, Commander," the cyborg said along with a quiet snicker from Gerard.
"The feed will go back to the Blackwatch base in Rome. That's where all of our data so far has been going." Gabriel paused to glance at his notes. "Now, the evening the five of us deport, I'm also going to be sending a few interns to Rome to help at the facility. It's pandemonium over there, they could use the extra help. And don't worry if you have family here or something, it won't be permanent, just until the amount of information and contraband we have coming in over there dies down." Quiet mumbling broke out for a few seconds before disappearing as fast as they came. "Right," he muttered to himself. "After we finish in Venice, we're going to be heading to Rome as well, and we'll continue our investigation from there. Unless necessary, Overwatch will no longer be involved. Commander Morrison and I decided that it'd be easier to hand the entire thing over to me." After a few nods and murmurs, Gabe asked the question, "Is there anything anyone would like to add?" There were no responses save for a single thumbs-up presented to him by Gerard. The Commander returned his gesture with a smile and sounded, "Dismissed."
The room sprang to life as he stood and stretched, tightly shutting his eyes, anticipation for the events to come filling him with energy. He locked his fingers above his head and rested his hands atop his scalp, sighing as he reopened his eyes and subconsciously decided to watch Gerard speak happily with Amelie (who appeared tired and lackadaisical) for no reason other than he needed something to stare at while he thought.
Gabe was glad he got to work alongside his friend once more. The two have been through a lot, and Gerard was a kind and respectable man. He was incredible at what he did and gave it his all when Blackwatch needed assistance. No one could ask for a better buddy.
"Put your arms down, Reyes. Nobody wants to see your hairy armpits." Moira scolded, breaking Gabriel from his thoughts. He looked over at the Doctor and smirked, heeding her command and dropping his arms to his sides. "I'm a guy, that's normal."
"It's disturbing when you stand at the head of a room full of people and decide to put it on display. At least wear a shirt that isn't completely lacking sleeves if you're going to do that." She finished rearranging her stack of papers and left without another word. He followed her with his gaze before she was completely gone from Blackwatch's Conference room.
"Could you imagine what she think's of us?" McCree's voice sounded next to him, and Gabe glanced ahead to find the man in question standing only a few feet away. Processing what Jesse had said, he laughed at the thought. "It isn't anything good." He made hand gestures as he spoke. "'Look at these fucking Neanderthals! Trying to run an organization! Ugh.'" The Southern man threw his head back and laughed. He laughed until he began gasping for air and his vision became obscured by tears. The sight made the Commander chuckle. There were rare times where this guy was tolerable and even fun to be around. Rare, rare times. "That's enough out of you," he laughed as he clapped McCree on the shoulder.
Gabriel waved his goodbyes to the Cowboy and headed for the barracks. He was the one in charge of all Blackwatch interns, and so he was the one responsible for choosing the dudes and dudettes that were heading to Rome and the paperwork that came with sending them off. Such a tedious process, he has discovered in the past, went a whole lot faster when in the calm, quiet solitude of his own dorm.
Whistling a nonsense tune to himself, he headed along a path of blissful silence and cool air, enjoying the moment presented to him.