The sky shines bright in Eureka, the northeastern winds cooling the city streets quite nicely. A shame that the agents gathering aren't able to take advantage of the lovely weather, however, as there were missions to do and a world to restore. It has, however, seemed to deter the mystery messenger from making an appearance at the meeting spot for the time they have outlined to join at. Soldiers and guards file in and out of the compound, all attending to their own business. Not a single other soul -- besides a small flock of birds coming to rest in a tree fifty feet from the compound -- are present, nor are they giving any of the arriving agents instructions. Perhaps the anonymous messenger is late?

*THUD* the ground shakes as Magnus lands, the fox having flown here by means of SCIENCE!, or rather the boosters strapped to his legs. He'd rise from his landing spot and cough out some of the dust he'd kicked up. "Whoever-COUGH-said that making a superhero landing is a cool and good way to make an entrance... deserves a prostate exam from Freddy Krueger." He waves his hands around to diffuse the dust he'd kicked up, then cast a wink and a wave at whatever stares he'd attracted. Garbed in a thick hooded black leather vest, loose cammo-patterned cargo trunks and a red undershirt, Magnus the fennec skips along merrily towards the meeting place. His arsenal had changed quite a bit over the years, though two things seemed to remain the same among it. While hidden, those who knew him well enough would remember he'd have his two concealed blades somewhere on his body, where as the rest was outwardly apparent!

With a kick in his step and a bounce in his gait, he nears the rendesvous point and finds a cozy spot to lean against, doing so on his shoulder as his back now carried more than just his pack. Perched on there was an automatic crossbow that could briefly be described as a thing of beauty, and just beneath it hanging horizontally across his lower back was a holstered M4 Carbine with an adjustable stock, such that it doesn't jut out like a sore thumb. The fox looked much more armored too, barely anything on him was exposed, save for his face, fingers and feet. More-so there was now a bandoleer across his chest, slung between his left hip and his right shoulder. Spare ammunition and other goodies were visible just there. In other words, he was a ready boye.

Near the meeting spot, leaning up against a wall with his arms crossed, was a dark-furred kitsune waiting for the arrival of the one who supposedly sent the message. He was dressed in a rather casual looking outfit that clung loosely to his form. On his back was an average-sized backpack and what appears to be an ornate hunting bow. He didn't look all too armored, rather for the sake of aesthetics or because it would inconvenience him in other ways. However, like an undercover cop or something similar, he did have a vest of kevlar under his shirt that should do a fair job at protecting anything vital. Seeing the arrival of Magnus, looking at decked out as ever, he pushes off the wall and makes his wave over to chat with him. It wasn't too long before the arrival of a tigress also draws his attention. He didn't immediately recognize them, but he would give a wave regardless.

"Heya Mags, trying to get yourself into some more trouble?" He says with a teasing tone. "Ah, and looks like we have another who couldn't resist the allure of adventure. Good to meet'cha'." He says towards the tigress. "Oh, right, wasn't the contact suppose to be here already? I've been waiting around but haven't seen hide nor hair of whoever we were supposed to meet."

When Nena wasn't at the manor to work, the maid's penchant for slacking came to the surface once again. Ambling down the street as if she had nowhere to be, enjoying the day for all intents and purposes. She did, of course, have somewhere to be, but until someone pointed her in that direction, she acted as if she didn't. Drawing on her cigarette, the many formed woman was orange and stripey today- And out of uniform to boot.

Of course, Nena's voice and accent tended to give her away- Not that deception was her intent- and today was no different in that regard. "Hey. What's up?" Is her greeting to Magnus as she meanders onto the scene, setting her large bag down at her feet. She had far fewer weapons to call her own, by comparison. A shotgun strapped to the bag, and a fancy dagger half concealed under her coat.

Zophah comes up in a rush on the Eureka compound in her usual atire: a vixen in a bikini, lab coat and boots. Besides her bag she carries around everywhere, this time she has a modern compound bow and a quiver full of arrows straped to her back. She goes over to hug Magnus hello before standing around likie everyone else, catching her breath. "so where is this mysterious person?" she asks to no one in particular.

As if cued by Zophah asking about the mystery man calling them, the birds would be spooked out of the tree by the movement of one of their kind. Landing on the cobblestone path in front of the agents, this particular pigeon takes a moment to preen himself before speaking up loud and clear. "Alright, everyone! Now that you all are finally here, listen up." The pigeon's voice, tinged with a faint Italian accent, commands a sense of authority over the others, or at least, a sense that the speaker is in a position of authority. "You may refer to me as Enzo. We are to set out with horses posthaste, after you have prepared supplies, and I will be giving directions on which path to follow. Hopefully, I have made myself clear?"

One would imagine that his beak was turned upwards in a sense of superiority, rather than being because he's a couple of feet too short to maintain level eye-contact with the agents. As he finishes speaking, a horse trainer wearing an outfit with the symbol of the Prometheans on it leads six horses through the main entrance of the outer wall. Two of them are Akhal-Tekes, two of them a Criollo, and one is an Appaloosa.