Sveta had to admit that she enjoyed talking to her mission partner. He seemed confident in his work, but also had a sense of humor, and she felt like she could trust him not to fly off the handle and start a fight on a recon mission. It was good to be paired with someone who seemed trustworthy.

>>"It would certainly be fitting but I can't do a Russian accent to save my life and unfortunately my American one is still a wee bit weak. Just call me David Fletcher. It's common enough to not raise many eyebrows."

"David it is. If anyone asks." Sveta nodded as she got out of the car. She doubted that people would ask a bodyguard for his name, but it never hurt to have one, just in case.

>>"You ready Miss Nikolayeva? Anything else you want to tell me before we go in?"

"If we do go to plan B" Sveta told him, keeping her eyes on the building "Be careful with touching me. I can boost you, but if you lose control, we're in trouble."

Hopefully, it would never come to that. Sveta took a deep breath, and walked up to the building, trusting 'David' to follow. The door opened, and there were two armed men inside. She gave them both a look, then opened her coat to show that she was not carrying any weapons. They checked anyway, but did so politely. They were probably expecting high profile guests, ones that they did not want to piss off. They moved on to check the bodyguard next, while Sveta took in the inside of the warehouse.

"Noted. Trust me I want that to happen less than you do." At just it's base level it was a dangerous power, he shuddered to think what it would be like boosted out of control. So far he'd been lucky and smart enough not to lose any parts of himself while experimenting with it and he aimed to keep it that way for the foreseeable future. That and dicing up his teammate and very handy Haven member would probably be a bad idea.

Pulling up and doing the usual things he imagined a bodyguard might do, they were soon at the point of no return. She got through the pat down relatively unscathed but they were decidedly less gentle with the obviously armed man. His weapons were confiscated quickly, even the knife he had strapped to his leg, and a gruff warning that any trouble from him would end badly.

He stayed expressionless while he mentally counted how many armed goons there were. Answer, lots. Way too many for a frontal assault and it'd be damn hairy if trouble brewed and they were inside. Easier but still, not exactly a walk in the park.

"Ma'am, I believe we're to go that way," he added in his fake accent while gesturing politely towards a pair of double doors. The loud voices and obvious signs of life were a dead give away.

Giving one last nod to the thugs on the door and a quick, "Gentlemen," he followed Svetlana into the auction. Time to see what the lass could do.