ORP: They what...?

1232 Hours
Busboys and Poets
Washington, DC

Madison grabbed hold of the A-pillar, and slung herself out of the grey Crown Victoria she was driving. With a swipe of her hand, she closed the door of the car, and stepped away. Just around the block sat her destination. A quaint little bistro and bookstore in DC. She checked the time on her iPhone, before switching it to silent, and sliding it into her breast pocket. It was a newer style of case, she had grown to enjoy - with a leather flip-front that stored her credit card and identification. It was stylish and practical. She buttoned her blazer and headed to the door. 

She was definitely not out of place in the District, and likely drew no unwanted attention. Black slacks, a blue and white striped blouse under a black blazer, her cuffs turned up. Her hair was in a tight bun, under a pony-tailed blonde wig. It ran down just past her shoulder blades. Her hazel eyes hid behind bright blue contact lenses, and her Smith and Wesson M&P 9mm was hidden nicely at the small of her back. Infiltration was not on her original skillset, but she handled it nicely now - after years of extensive practice. As she walked, her dressy yet functional boots tapped loudly on the concrete. 

She noted the black BMW 3 Series directly across from the bistro's front door. An expertly placed and capable get-away car if she needed it. She knew that the keys would be in the ignition. She knew that even should they find her original vehicle, hair, DNA and fingerprints would return no matches. Her superiors' influence was extensive. As was her knowledge of her target. Agent Eric Donaldson. A tech junkie from the NCIS pool, and he had just recently been conscripted by the Stargate Program's new pet project. This was her true target. Her affiliates had scheduled a meeting with this new addition to their team, and her job was to press him for information. Above all, no harm was to come to him, and he could have no indication of an outside threat from her organization. 

She was almost confident that her superiors already knew more than this man would - this whole operation was likely a test for her. They had already sent her to assess other members of two teams related to the project, via simple B and E's - and she was currently sending an array of terror-emails to various recipients at various times, through various means. These outside agencies had little to do with the Stargate Program, and she assumed it was all for distraction purposes. Either way, it was a waste of her particular skills, and an unnecessary risk in her opinion. Suffice it to say, her opinion didn't matter to her superiors, as they were not the kind who liked to be questioned. 

Madison opened the door to the restaurant, and was greeted by an array of amazing odors. Cooking food in fry grease was an overpowering and welcomed smell, mixed with roasting coffee, and books. If she cared to have a personal life, she could spend the rest of her life here. A quick glance around the restaurant and she found her target. Donaldson sat, slightly removed from the hustle-and-bustle, in a wall seat, by the window. That worked for her. She quietly walked over and sat down across from him, unclipping a badge from her waistband as she sat. She smiled at him politely and began in a thick, practiced, Boston accent "Agent Donaldson, I'm Keeley Dimpsey with the FBI - my office acts as liaison between the SG program, and other agencies and departments." she paused, to allow his emotions to calm, and let him take a measure of the situation. She was careful not to be too formal, or too open about things. She knew the pains that her affiliates would have went to - contacting this man, and setting up this meeting. 

She was honestly on edge with this situation. She knew that Donaldson had hacked the Stargate Program's web portal, and because of that, had been pulled in to a newly formed department. He had been in contact with both her organization, and theirs. It had been her people to arrange this meeting - and it needed to be flawless - or the 'good guys' would be tipped off. She extended her left hand across the table in offering, being very careful to expose her gold and diamond wedding band to the man. If this went sour, any false information would be paramount. "It's a pleasure to meet you,"

<Tag: Eric Ryan Donaldson>