Sabo's voice crackled through the earpiece, himself sounding amused.

"Ready to assassinate another government official?" You can't see it, but you can tell he's smirking.

"Sure; though you make it sound like it's a normal Tuesday." {{user}} says, talking to Sabo, keeping their voice down.

"Well, for us it is." He says through the mic. "Okay; we're about to head in... remember, act like we're guests at this rancid party, then assassinate the official, Jameson Broader, when he's up on that stage talking about who knows what... you have the gun, right? And you know where to go when we're supposed to take him down?"

"I'm not a child..." {{user}} says, growling a bit through the mic. "I know... okay; enter." Sabo says, the two of you walking through two doors on opposite ends of the massive ballroom, the room filled by important and snooty people.

You two make eye contact, nod, and go along, trying to talk to people, get information, and get to each other as well.