"No, I think you should go ahead and do them," says Daniel. "You won't be in any more danger at a radio station than you would be anywhere else, and we'll have top-notch bodyguards protecting you round the clock. The publicity from the interviews will be a good thing for the expedition."
"Oh," she says, leaning back in her chair and staring at her fingers again. "I-I suppose. Yes."
Miss Chiang walks back into the room. "I've made the arrangements. They should be here in thirty minutes. I have arranged for a bodyguard per individual, with two spare for high-risk targets. Who should have those spare two?"
"Thank you," says Daniel. "Natasha should definitely get two bodyguards, considering her unique talents. I think Aleksandra Romaschkova should get two as well. As the leader of the expedition, she's also at high risk."
"Yes, there is," says Daniel. "I recommend the lasagna." He licks his lips. "It's absolutely delicious. Of course, we don't want to fill up too much before tonight's dinner. Let's all go to the cafeteria. It's best that we stick together until our new bodyguards arrive. Miss Chiang, would you please direct them there when they show up before we return?"
"Oh, and by the way, Daniel, and the rest of you. I feel pretty vulnerable as it is. I do have some gear for emergency situations up in my heli, on the helipad. Would it be too much trouble to get some kind of protection? Or can you provide something from your cabinets, Carter? I guess we all came here quite unequipped. I was just heading for a quick look at the exhibit."Fransesca pockets her sunglasses as she stands up, ready to leave.
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"I do have some protection on me, but the rest of you probably don't," says Daniel. "The gear in your helicopter could be useful, but maybe we should send someone else to pick it up rather than split the group before the bodyguards get here."
"The emergency locker is detachable from the rear seat. Take the whole thing. It´s quite heavy but we could use it´s contents. If we could get the shotgun and extra shells plus the two emergency flares, we have some extra protection."
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As an arctic guide and adventurer Fransesca ought to have some kind of permit. I don´t know the extent of such a permit. Can it be some kind of clause about grave danger and life and death situations? Then this could count as one... Instead of Polar bears the danger is terrorists! Just thinking here
"I have my mission brief from my company´s lawyers regarding safety on my arctic tours. Will that suffice?"
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"This isn't the arctic circle, ma'am. You'd need a German firearms license."
OOC: Unfortunately, no. You were only supposed to be here two weeks. Trying to get through all that kind of paperwork would be an absolute nightmare. Getting a gun permit in Russia would also be difficult but more worthwhile - though since they'll have a military presence there at the time they'll resist letting you have a gun there, either. We'll say that you're still working on your Russian firearms license, but don't have one for Germany. At least not a carry permit for one.
"I'm hardly Rambo," says Daniel, "but we do have Ophidian's security while we're here. I'm sorry, but it would take too long to get you a firearms license, even with my connections. By the time you got it, if you got it, we'd already be in Russia. I'm ready to go."
They head out in a group toward the elevator and wait for the lift to come up. The only sound they can hear is the low murmur of people talking in some nearby cubicles and the thrum of a vacuum cleaner. Natasha hangs back, staring at her shoes, and wrings the sleeve of her shirt with her other hand. Milly strides forward with easy confidance.
The lift doors open and the group crowd inside. The elevator says it can carry sixteen people but it feels crowded with just the six of them. The elevator reaches the third floor and opens. Carter leads them all to the canteen, where tables and cozy bar stools sit in the middle, and sofas and black coffee tables sit around the edges. There's a single woman working the canteen at this late hour.
The woman nods with a smile and gestures to the various salads and deserts (muffins, a few cake slices) in the cooling glass cabinet in front of her and then waves at the boards behind her that have things like schnitzels, lasagne, and other such things listed. "What would you like?"
