Objective: Infiltrate the Sundown Outpost
Through the halls of the Sundown Outpost, Faceless had to move hard and fast. Having sent his data to Janeth, a plan had formed in his head. With how high up this Herin was to the leader of this group of misfits thanks to the information on the datapad, no doubt with Faceless now at the helm of perhaps one of the biggest influences to the movement, perhaps he could be used to rock the boat a little or, in the quickly formed planned in the Assassin's head, completely blow it out of the water. If the whole plan was to have the terrorists and Echani resistance duke it out and see which one was on top and offer an alliance to the victor, all it took was a little coordination, a little persuasion and then sit back and watch as the two groups clashed and from the dust that would settle after the Collective would have their new partner. Passing by travelling packs of armed to the teeth men and women to reach the Command Center, Faceless was tapping away on the datapad as heavy as ever, as if his life depended on it. A message was being relayed to Janeth and the rest of the Collective, a coordinate to send the Resistance to and have the showdown they came all this way for play out.
After all, it would be a shame if blood wasn't split and there wasn't a result after all the work he had put into infiltrating the Sundown Outpost, he wanted a show, something akin to a grand finale that made all the hard work pay off. A little gruesome perhaps but he wasn't paid to be a nice innocent butterfly, quite the opposite in fact. As much as he liked getting down and dirty with the business of assassination and mercenary work, the appeal of being able to kick back and watch a battle from afar as a result of some careful redirection and baiting was more than enough to swing him around to the idea. He would be paid for it nonetheless, why not have a little fun with the work whilst he was at it?
Entering the Command Center, Faceless wearing the mask of the man named Herin met with the Sundown leader, a white haired Echani woman with a serious look on her face, like everything she thought and put through planning to execution had a purpose and a clear list of reasoning as to why things had been done that particular way. She nodded at the Assassin as he moved to meet her by the holotable, standing by her side as they looked at the holographic projection. The datapad had some rather... Interesting messages sent back and fourth between Herin and the Sundown leader, it was clear that there was something between them, which explained why Herin was perhaps her most trusted advisor. Whatever the case, it was more fuel for the fire, another piece of the character to make the act even more convincing. The Assassin interlocked his fingers with hers as they shared no glances but instead kept looking at the table.
"Herin, what have you got for me?"
"Boss, I've been watching the channels for a while now, as you asked me to. Seems like the Resistance is meeting up at this coordinate here. You can get in there, drop them and then? No more Resistance, we'll be free to operate as we please. Would recommend a proper grouping for this one, no pussyfooting around, send them all in."
Faceless had put the coordinates into the holotable, placing it into view of the leader herself. She'd look it over carefully, studying the routes and the target location itself before looking to 'Herin', her eyes seemingly more sharp than usual. It wasn't that she knew something was wrong, more so she trusted her 'lover' with the information he had provided, enough to cash in everything if it meant finishing the trouble she had put up with since the start and being able to press forward with their goals.
"You're sure, Herin?"
"I'm sure, Kat."
Their gaze met finally, fingers still interlocked as the woman nodded, pressing a button that activated the intercom across the base.
"Ready up, briefing is in five. Pack full gear, this is the big one."
The two parted after that, not before Faceless reached in and stole a kiss, pulling his head back and giving the woman those final words of encouragement...
"Come back to me, alright?"
And so the trap was set and the meeting would, if everything went to plan, end with a clear victor. He could only hope that Janeth had set up her end of the deal. Whatever the case, things were sure to look very interesting for Eshan from here on in.