The Lack of Bliss in the Thread Makes it Way Better (Open)

Sara peered through a pair of binoculars at the pair of cars coming to a stop in front of the Grand Emporium Ballroom in the glitzy made over section of Rio De Janero. Her foot rested just by the gas pedal of the rented green SUV she picked up upon setting down at the airport a few hours ago. The color green seemed inconspicuous enough. No one ever expected something bad to come from a green SUV.

"We're going to get started." Sara turned to the passenger seat. She brought Tsukimi with her because Danny was busy with either saving the world or being a teenager. Out of everyone who sprung from the Fokukama lines, Sara liked Tsukimi the best, but she would keep that too herself since she brought Mitsuko along with her as the fashion adviser for their infiltration. Abby stuck out to Sara for her ability to not stick out. The curse Abby lived with as the invisible girl of Bliss' company. "Everyone know their assignment?"

"No." Abby sunk into the leather of her seat, clad in her pink battle suit bearing a resemblance to a sailor scout, but not enough to get Bliss sued.

"I don't know why I'm here." Mitsuko put together the line up of clothing for everyone, including her own green dress with a black ribbon wrapped around her waist.

"I'm good on this. I hope they have shrimp and guacamole." Tsukimi wore a more traditional black and red Yukata with an up do to keep with her tastes.

"It's not that hard. Mitsy, go inside and don't get lost. Abby, find out something interesting. Suzy, you're good right?"

The three younger operatives all took to the affirmative as Sara opened her door and stepped out. Her red heels tapped on the polished concrete as she made her way towards the door in a sleek black dress, leaving the others to get in position on their own. Without the meddling of Bliss, Sara managed to identify her mark: a woman by the name of Maria Montoya; her reason for striking: to steal steal banking information from her to link her company with South American forced labor; and finally, the place: the First Annual Platinum Angels Ball.

The grip of her purse remained finely in the hand of the geokinetic as she took point while Bliss remained completely clueless to the very reality no one was at the office right now.