Jack Griswald was taking the afternoon off. While most would consider the past few weeks to be boring, it gave him an important chance to catch up on bookkeeping for the entire operation, making sure money got into the right pockets and that the next time they went out on a mission, there were actually bullets in the guns. So, today, he sat up in his room, silently mouthing every piece of dialogue from his favorite movie, Once Upon a Time in the West, watching as Jason Robards and Charles Bronson tracked Henry Fonda by rail. he had seen it a hundred times by now, and God willing, he'd see it a hundred more.
Of course, it was Jack Griswald's day off that a client decided to ring, forcing him to rise as he quickly tapped the puase button for his DVD player to check his laptop. He grabs it and heads downstairs to address his team, who hopefully hasn't killed each other yet from the lack of action.
"Look alive, ladies and gents. Seems we've got a nibble."
Jack plants himself near the nucleus of the group as he opens up his computer and looks through the new message.