Stiletto heels click on the linoleum covered floor, marking each step of one Vivian Russell, weather goddess. Figuratively speaking, of course. One weather goddess is enough for any one board. This "goddess" is of the mortal flavor; dark-skinned with long hair that traverses down most of her back. She is not alone in the hallway as a younger man trails her steps.

Brown-eyes gaze is set dead ahead, catching glimpses of room numbers as the pair come upon them. Her hips sway hard with each step, giving the impression of a model working the runway, her skirt jostling along the way.

(Jesus, how many rooms are in this goddamn place?)

"Remember, we take him down and we get him out. Silas wants this to be cut and dry. Understood?"

(Always gotta work the mission.)

Right on her heels, Winter strides a pace behind Vivian. The two make an odd couple, and even the casual viewer can see that the two are opposite. Where Vivian's movements are controlled, Winter's are over indulgent. The thuds of his boots overpower the soft clicks of her heels as he walks. His entire head sweeps from side to side as his eyes read the room numbers posted on each door.

"Remember, we take him down and we get him out. Silas wants this to be cut and dry. Understood?"

"I know, Vivian." Winter rolls his eyes, thoroughly annoyed at his partner's condescending nature, which comes through in his tone. He continues behind her, dressed all in black from his button-down shirt to the baggy jeans that hang slightly below the waist. "I'm not a n00b, ya know. I have been on a mission or two before."

(Bitch.)

Ignoring Winter's tone, the dark beauty that is Vivian continues her purposeful stride down the fourth floor hallway of the hospital. Their target had been off the radar for quite some time, and they were the ones assigned the task of bringing him in for a check-up. It would not do to have an agent out and about with malfunctioning hardware.

(Should be just as simple as the first time we brought him in.) Vivian briefly thinks back to the night that she and Winter brought in this one. It had been a simple but effective bait and trap technique. The guy had been cute but dumb, as seemed to be the case more often than not. He probably wouldn't even recognize them, and even if he did, his accident-induced state should relieve any possible resistance he may provide.

"Lets just get this over with." Vivian stops outside Room 401, placing her hand on the handle. She offers a quick glance in Winter's direction, nodding her head once before turning the knob and entering.