November called the meeting here for the most unpleasant of business. Even though she was junior to Raven (by way of Facedancer's restructuring) Special Agent November was used to taking charge.

She called a probie agent to her and passed him a message, ordering him to drop what he was doing and procure something of vital importance. The junior agent looked a bit puzzled but conceded when November assured him that she would take responsibility.

By the time she got there, she had been back to her quarters. November was wearing her armor, something that her new teammates had come to realize she almost never did. She had added a couple new additions. Over the armor was a tactical vest, with pockets each filled with gear, and her sword sheathed across her back. Partially obscuring the S.H.I.E.L.D. Logo.

The Special Agent began preparing the meeting room. November brought up the surveillance images and floorplans of the Crusade compound, dossiers of the Crusade members especially the known Purifiers, and tech reports for their weaponry.

As she was setting up, the other two team members arrived.

Taiyo Takeshi, the White Fox was the next to enter. He'd decided on wearing his own power armor to the meeting, and while not as mystically impressive as Novembers, it was useful for his powers to be utilize effectively. The cyber ninja had his both his Katana and the Wakizashi strapped to his back in an x, the face mask on his armor down as he bowed to November, taking up a position across from her. It seemed as though she'd taken charge on this mission, though he could read the distaste of it on her features.

Taiyo had been chosen because of his experience in this particular line of work. While he'd never heard of this Reverend, he wondered what this man had done to warrant such an assassination. But he had no reason to question his orders. It was this mans karma.

"I guess it's just the two of us... agent White Fox was it? Shall we proceed?" November greeted him. This was the MTF's customs and courtesies to greet people by their code names.

She pushed a few buttons on the keyboard and Reverend Stryker's image took the center of the screen. "My name's Agent Rebecca November, or Nemesis. And this... is Reverend Will Stryker. " She introduced herself, and their quarry.

Nemesis looked back to him and waited to see what he had to offer. He was a much older man from what she remembered in the conference room. His abilities and armor were almost alien. But he carried himself like a warrior noble and purposeful.

The image of William Stryker was presented, as several screens in his armor began to retrieve data on the Reverend and his 'congregation'. Blue prints of the church began to flash along his displays, though they were likely false is this man was as bad as he was made out to be. But all he needed was a clear route to the Reverends sleeping quarters.

He grabbed a few things from around the room, making a crude for sided mock up, as he placed a coffee mug for the Reverend, pointing at the holographic image. He grabbed a pen, pointing at November as he placed it inside the church, and he grabbed the Wakizashi from his back, keeping it sheathed, pointing at himself. He grabbed the pen, flinging it around inside the church, trying to poorly imitate some kind of distraction, as he moved the Wakizashi, quickly moving it around back, and like lightning, the blade whipped out, slicing the ceramic mug cleanly in half, before re-sheathing it and returning it to it's position on his back.

However, it was a suggestion only. He was used to doing this alone, so working with a team member would be a new experience.

Agent November nodded softly.

She observed his actions as he began to move around the objects on the table. "Nice to meet you too" She said to him while turning and shaking her head, initially assuming him to just be another of the emotionless loners that Facedancer loved to have do his dirty work.

She watched as he played charades with her for a short while. She understood the plan, but was more impressed with the drawing and striking of his blade technique. It was then she realized "Ninja code of silence?" She asked. Having been among S.H.I.E.L.D. for so long she had heard lots of war stories, including a few about ninja among various international task forces.

Something like this... working independently and in unison... they needed to know about each other. "There's no telling the security that is in place at the crusade. They have hyper advanced technology of unknown origin. Our scanners can't determine exactly what waits for us there. I don't really have any idea how, you think... how you react to changes." November said leaning forward a bit. She took the split mug and slid one side out of the way.

She spoke again "Most of the Ninja that come to work for S.H.I.E.L.D. have a history, were you a commando" Nemesis held up one finger "or an assassin" She held up two fingers. Though she probably knew the answer already.

When she brought up the code of silence, he nodded once to confirm her suspicions. His training in the Andes has required complete silence, to better understand the language of the mountain itself, to speak with ones heart rather that his mouth.

When she brought up his adaptivity, he nodded again. His job required him to be able to think on the fly, as did his training. If he could only operate on a single track, then his missions would have failed. During assassination, one had to be present in body and mind, always weighing the options. Would weather effect the operation? Was security tighter on this particular night, or had shift patterns changed? All things he had to constantly monitor, along with his targets movements.

He held up two fingers, then thought about it, before adding a third. In his line of work, he'd been more then an assassin. An assassin flitted around in the shadows, always confusing opponents. He however had been nonexistent. No trace left, but the body of his targets and the blood on his blade.

An assassin... but with a code.

Assassins that killed for a cause often justified their actions by maintaining their own moral hierarchy. This belief helped keep them from feeling attached to their actions by making them feel as if they were following their duty, rather than a choice. Most assassins with a code preferred being just a cog in a machine, not caring, mostly not knowing their victims intimately. This has the added effect of allowing themselves to be just the agents of death, not actually making any choices as to who lives and dies...

But that was just November's training coming out "I'm an Offender Profiler. A... detective. I try to understand how people think, how they make decisions, and use that to make me a better agent. The choices that we make, that our enemies make, they define us. They become our fates as it were." She offered of herself, to let him know a little about what kind of woman she was. Perhaps the two of them could get to know each other before submitting their plan of action.

It was hard to describe oneself non-verbally. He'd never really had to, actually, though given the circumstances, November seemed fairly set on having some sort of bonding moment. He really didn't see the point. While he understood the concept of team work, becoming emotionally attached seemed like a way for Agents to become sloppy and make mistakes in the field. And mistakes in the field often lead to people getting fired, something he wasn't keen on himself. He liked his job. Or as much as a ghost could like a ghosts job.

" I guess I just wanted you to know a little about who I am. You're used to doing things alone, but you're not anymore. Now... you're part of something. Something good and decent. " She spoke to herself... though she looked at him at the same time.

Nemesis runs her fingers through her hair, the thought of an assassination running through her mind again. "Integrity.. and justice. S.H.I.E.L.D. is here to protect the world from those that would destroy it. Part of our duty is to protect each other, to protect S.H.I.E.L.D. itself, from it's enemies. We have an obligation, White Fox..."She continued.

"To do the right thing, even if it means putting ourselves in danger." She looked up at the image of Stryker, partially obscured by some diagram of a Purifier energy weapon.