----------Jasper 'Quicksilver' Mortello----------
The man gulps, obviously scared.
"Well, hm, this is the bathroom, the other room is the kitchen, the small room next to this one is the service room for storing products and cleaning stuff....ehm...the main lobby is behind the man there, and it's a big saloon, full of tables and chairs, and hmm... there's the stairs in the lobby that leads up into mister Capone's offices, where we are not able to go into. There's always 4 or 5 of his thugs there, when he's in. B-But he left today with all his guards to some dinner. I-I know nothing more, I swear! I-I have a baby girl, please don't kill me sir" The man looks like he's going to cry.
--------------Dr. George Wilkinson-------------
Emersz nods at George's words and leads him to the main area, out of the research department.
"Well, that's the farthest I'll go for now, I'm sure mister Andrade will drive you home, or at the university if you so wish. I¡ll inform Charleston of your decision. If you need something, call at this number" He hands George a presentation card with a phone number
Very well then doctor, it's been a pleasure. We'll meet tomorrow here, I'm sure I'm as eager as you to see those diamonds. he says with a with a smile before turing away and walking towards the tower of Charelston. Seconds after, Andrade arrives.
"Professor, I hope you enjoyed your time here. Is there anywhere you'll like me to drive you?"
----------------Waller Ackermann---------------
Waller makes it to the door without anyone spotting him. The soldier tests the handle, and is effectively locked. The door mostly made of rotten wood planks creaks and breakes under the physical prowess of Waller.
It's dark inside, although some light filtering among the rotten celling, lighting particular things. Waller can spot a pile of crates, a car, the front portion of the mail truck of the men who visited him in the morning. Now it has several bullet holes. Also of interest is a workbench with several tools and a portion of the wall, that reveals a panel for lights, apparently.
As strange as it might seem, warehouse number 4 does not smell like a tuna can.
The soldier remains still, but beside the noise from the activity outside, he can't hear nothing inside the warehouse, apart from the wind playing among the planks.
------------Percy Ambleton-Smythe------------
Ben follows Percy in, and remains silent as his partner explains the details of the mission. T smiles shortly and says
"Very well agents, you have my approval for this mission, got on your way now, I'll be waiting for your reports tomorrow." he says, and takes out a pen, to write on some folders he has on the desktop.
"What are you both waiting for? GO!" he commands.
The pair exits the office hastily and heads to the vehicle bay. Timothy and his men are already dressed up and waiting. All get into the van, and drive off, towards the docks.
"T likes you ah mate?" says Ben, without taking his eyes from the road, he's driving.
"Ah?" he insists and turns shortly to watch Percy in the face, before returning his eyes to the road.
Eventually, the van reaches destination. At the entrance, Ben's charming personality grants safe passing without questions, and the van circulates inside the docks, and parks next t one of the other docks.
"Let's leave the van here, to not raise any suspicious. If Long's goons came here asking questions, we work for the other guys of this warehouse, right?" Timothy nods silently. Ben loads his gun and places it inside his clothes, and looks at Percy
"Well, I follow you boss" 
