Hikari sat a little straighter when Lite Star entered the room, it was clear to all the affect the power armored woman had on the teenager, his expression changed to a self-conscious elation, perhaps? But he was always extremely polite and professional... or at least tried to be with as much maturity that a Teen boy with an infatuation could be.. at least!

"That's a great idea Lite Star, one of us should go make contact the military directly.. to get a dossier on this S-97, and a list of Bio-Warefare expert that might be potentially be involved in such weaponization of the S-97."

"You hit it right on the head, we need to get info directly from Official routes as much as the Agencies involved are willing to divulge to start with!  But use the Net to find out what can be publicly found as well, or NOT so well.", he added with a smirk... not quite suggesting hacking shenanigans.. but not directly out right denying or speaking of them.

He left his super expensive laptop open ~ an unspoken open invitation as the LESP facilities did not really offer such luxuries, and stood.  Tapping his throat mike ear bud, "'Karl', prep for launch, light armor config.  At the Roof secret exit... be there in 3min."

A soft synthisized reply came, +'Acknowledged Son.'+

"Who wants to go with me to the Official Local Offices of the Department of Defense to get what intel they will provide? This kind of Intel they will not provide over the phone or Net."

Noting Mystic Knight's arrival Hikari nods, "We're just about to make that contact Mystic Knight..care to join me?"
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Mystic Knight nods and moves to follow Justicar. "Yes, I'd like that. I can get the information first hand that way." Once again nodding to the others, Mystic Knight follows Justicar on their way up to the roof. Mystic Knight struggled to keep the smirk off her face as she saw Justicar's obvious crush on Lite Star. She didn't mind it at all, in fact she thought it was cute. But then he is a teenage boy, nothing but raging hormones most of the time.

In reply to Mystic Knight (msg # 23):


Derek walks in, nodding to the others, and flashes Jacob a grin of recognition.  "Tell me there's coffee", he mutters, and then his eyes light up when he sees someone's made a pot. He grabs a cup of coffee, and sits down.

Unless these people really know what they're doing, he muses, there's a good chance they're mishandling the agent.  Any news about small, isolated outbreaks?  If we know where they got this thing, and anything pops up, maybe we can track a vector, get a sense of what city they're targeting?

He starts scrolling through his phone, looking through regional news for reports of illnesses, strange outbreaks, etc.
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Greeting other as they arrived, with a lift of a hand, smiling inside though it was not visible, Lite Star often made sure to exaggerate some of her body language to convey emotions better.

"I think we're going to need all the heads we can get together on this one"

Lite Star of course had noticed the way Justicar acted in her presence, and was more than familiar with such reaction in her 'civilian' life when she was doing her charity work.  That it was directed in some part at the sleek line of the armoured robotic suit and her persona within it was quite flattering in a way.

As the pair prepared to head to the local offices of the Defense Department, she continued to research, the neurological link to the suits communications and processing systems making it simple to at least get around the internet swiftly.

(OOC: 11:11, Today: Lite Star rolled 6 using 1d100.  Computer Operations.)[Private to Lite Star: you gain 25 experience points]
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Hikari nodded to Derek..commenting to him as Mystic Knight and he were leaving, "...I sincerely hope they DO know what they're doing or this could Get REALLY ugly fast if they don't!  Care to join us Nimbus..were going to the local offices of the Department of Defense to get what Intel they are willing to provide? I can bring you up to speed in transit."

As soon as he left the room he felt his nerves quiet down. Nite Star excited him in ways his college classmate girls did not, they were  multi-racial mix of course and he'd never seen Lite Star's face, but the shapely suited heroine was willing to put herself at risk and fight for others... just seemed so much superior to the school girls petty concerns.  Plus Lite Star was a pilot and THAT took a level of intelligence and precision that was..well Very appealing.  But he pushed those thoughts aside grateful to have her not in his presence to distract his thoughts when such a serious threat to public safety was being addressed to the Official channels of the Department of Defense.. a lot for a Teen to manage all at once to be sure... but THIS was what He'd committed too when he'd built the JUSTICAR ~ He was not about to back down when needed!

Suddenly realizing that Mystic Knight was watching him he straightened up and asked, "..D-do you have a means of rapid transportation or flight? I don't believe the LESP has sprung for a roof copter for us yet, but JUSTICARS jet's tend to leave burns on the concrete outside that I like to avoid ~ I was going to use the suit up and use the secret exit tubes to the roof.  But..er if you don't have a rapid movement I can carry you?"

Sure, enough as they approached the secret rapid escape tubes - the JUSTICAR suit was standing there already waiting for him.  Hikari walked over "All ready 'Karl'?"

The mechanical synthesized voice replied, +"All prepared as you asked Hikari - light armor configuration Set"+

Then the suit opened almost miraculously ~ like a mechanical puzzle as Hikari approached turned and stepped into the boots and slipped his hands into the gauntlets... then the suit did the reverse and automatically wrapped around him closing him into the caped powered armor battlesuit ready for action!

JUSTICAR stood slightly taller than Hikari's 5'10".. and it heavy frame added a level of intimidation to the battlesuit.

Hikari's voice came out distorted electronically removing the high and low tones to give a very unidentifiable voice, "Excellent!"

Justicar turned to Mystic Knight, "We all ready to go?"

The battlesuit as per its usual configuration had its two sword hilts visible at its back sticking out the the neck gap of the azure cloak of ballistic cloth it wore and it other two weapon-arms at its shoulders were scissored down behind it under the cloak on its back and not visible from the front.

One of Justicar's hidden compartments opened and he retrieved a LESP Badge and magnetically adhered it to the the left chest of the battlesuit.
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"Thank you for the offer, but there is no need for you to carry me. My mace grants me the ability to fly. I will be able to keep up with you. As long as you don't go too fast anyway." Mystic Knight smiled at the teen and held out the silver colored Mace for him to see. Though she'd pull it back slightly if he tried to touch it. No one was allowed to hold her mace but her. Hopefully that didn't offend anybody, but it was just a precaution Mystic Knight liked to take.

Hikari felt stupid not remembering her mace was a mystical artifact only SHE was 'worthy' to wield, he made no attempt to touch the mace certain that whatever magic lay within the woman Mystic Knight - HE was certainly Not Worthy! His expression was hidden behind his clam-shelled helm, currently, but his posture as he regarded the mace was revert awe.

Looking back up, "Excellent, I'll keep my speed down.. "

Turning to the Tube entrance Justicar's hover jets activated and with a wosh! He rocketed up the tube into the skies above to about 100'ft before hovering in wait...
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In reply to TaoZen (msg # 17):

Jacob shrugs his shoulders after shaking hands with TaoZen.  I know what I know because I made it a point to study the effects of radiation in my biology and anatomy classes when I was learning to be a physical therapist, and while working on my EMT and paramedic certifications.
He waves a hand across his chest to indicate his appearance.  Before immigrating to Isreal, my parents and their families lived and worked in Pripyat, just a few miles from the Ukraine-Belarus border.  It was one of the nine atomgrad cities built to service the Chernobyl nuclear power plant.  They were rehearsing the shows for the opening of the amusement park the next day when the plant critical.  I'm pretty sure my mom's cancer wasn't the only side-effect
He seems unusually subdued and serious as he watches the trio leave to talk to the DoD.  That could be a problem, he says as they exit.  DoD is going to say they don't have any biological weapons to be stolen.  Then, they will send out an anti-terrorism task force to take control of the situation.
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Chandani had been hanging from the support beam near to Jacob doing pull-ups (which alternated between in front of and in back of the head), "Six Twenty-Three..."  She knew that others had been practicing kata in the gym proper - and had engaged in some of the practice in the past - but not today.  This was more an informal workout to pass the time as she 'hung out' with some of the others in the lounge.  At this point, she'd hadn't yet broken a sweat and was humming a Pogues tune lightly to herself.

When her phone (like the others) went off, she paused her routine and brought her right arm around to glance at the deltoid where her phone was strapped while remaining suspended by her left.  The tip of a knife inked on her skin peeked out from under her rather faded Annapurna Mandala ultra-marathon t-shirt.  Reading done, her lips were pressed into a tight, thoughtful moue even as her right hand resumed its position on the beam and she quickly resolved to finish out the fifty set ... "Six Thirty-Seven..."

The lithe army veteran listened to rising tone of Hiriko's growing (but extremely ordered) hysteria.  "Six Forty-Two"  Jacob's rather laconic observations on the deinococcus radiodurans and then the interjections of the armoured Lite Star, "Six Forty-Eight..."  The entrance of those from the gym as well as the caffeine-seeking Derek prompted Dani to finish up, "Six Fifty." and she hoisted herself up onto the beam, proceeding to sit cross-legged on the eight-inch wide support.  She blew an errant lock of hair from her face, eventually resetting her ponytail to catch all of the longer brown strands.

She watched the Japanese-German teen, the hardened battle-armoured object of his infatuation, and the mystical mace-wielding leather-clad knight get ready to make a trip to the nearest federal defense government office.  "Probably should call ahead and at least book a conference room ..." Chandani echoed Jacob's sentiment about contacting the DoD to those hastening out the door, even if she wasn't sure about his ultimate conclusion on their disposition - honestly, she expected that the DoD already had a task force looking into it.

A small sigh was followed by, "And isn't the State Department a better initial contact?"  They did receive the first notice.  Which did imply it might be an international issue (even if the endpoint was domestic).  "And who or what the hell is 'The Force'?" Chandani prompted - obviously not referring to either the CCPD or the mysterious energy field that connected all things in the Star Wars™ universe.

A slight shrug later, the thin brunette dropped from her high perch careful to stick the landing in an open space on the worn wooden floor.  "Uh..." Dani ventured tentatively, "I might try to call an army buddy about this."  Even though she'd been out of the service proper for a while, she still knew some people - who might know some people.  It might be wishful thinking, but so was barging into a federal building brandishing municipal badges of authority.  She pursed her burgundy lips, then noted aloud in agreement with other sentiments already voiced, "The availability of any items used to make such tech, as well as to handle either radioactive or biologically sensitive materials is pretty limited.  And expensive."  She paused for a moment and then also added, "Maybe I know a guy that might know something about moving that type of material...  Let me try to make some calls..."  Tyger noted to herself that her time spent as a courier may not have been completely wasted, even as she moved towards the doorway to prowl the halls and find a place to make a more private call.

But as secretive as that brotherhood was it might not be all that helpful here either; so, she tried not to raise her expectations too high.  Hopefully, the others had contacts, personal or professional, that might be able to help out in this case.  Justicar was right, they were on the clock.  But, Lite Star had also been correct, it would likely require everyone to work together...

Martin shrugs.."I do believe you are correct, my friend, but in their minds, they must try, I think they worry that not doing something is worse than doing something counterproductive, and that they must also get the...simpler..aspects of the situation, for lack of a better term, out of the way before moving onto the more complicated and involved parts of it"

He does his best to keep his voice calm and even, tho inside he too is worried, and on the way to being overwhelmed, but letting that control him would not be of help to anyone, so he doesn't allow it free rein, but channels it into thought..

When Tyger hits the floor in her graceful landing, Martin has to chuckle..

"We're coming from everywhere for this..even coming out of the woodwork"

He listens to her for a moment..

"Any intelligence is of course welcome and a step in the right direction"

Hours of meditation training had been a powerful sedative for the usually hyper former circus performer.  As part of a municipal police force, we are not likely to be called upon, unless they believe the weapon is somewhere here in Central City.
Then it dawns upon him.  That they received the message at all may well mean that the weapon is believed to be in the city somewhere.  Ah, drek!  He looks around at everybody left in the room.  Who's good at hacking?  If we can get into a satellite system, we might be able to find the radiological signal of the bomb.

From her seat Lite Star looked over to Jacob.

"I'm not very up on my biology as far as radioactive effects.  What I do know is that I'm fully shielded and sealed against radiation and biological intrusion.  So I should be safe if contact is required as long as my outer surface can be decontaminated."

Thinking a bit about what had been said she shifted a little in the chair, concern was in the tone of the synthesized voice.

"Seems to me that we would not have received operational order to take part in this if it hadn't already gone around the circuit of federal departments.  This is not the sort of thing that you keep just around a precinct.  I suggest that we've been chosen as part of the task force to deal with this, because of our special abilities and training.  I expect we'll soon start getting contacts from various departments with information and the like.  Justicar, Mystic Knight and Nimbus being at the DoD to talk to them in person may just help short cut some of the initial back and forthing."

"I think your right Jacob about the likelihood of it being in Central City, us being activated on this makes sense.  Military contacts or anything like that to get a satellite over fly would be good.  Even maybe the National Geological Survey might help there. I'm already running a web search, but normal and dark, to see if I can find out anything on this Force, or missing nukes, or the S-97.  Though if anyone else can do one as well, more data points will give a clearer picture."

Inside the suit Eliza was forcing herself to be calm.  Pulling on the mindset used for focusing when she was racing around a track.

Flourishing her Mace, just because she can, Mystic Knight rises up into the air along with Justicar and shoots off towards the DoD offices. It would be good to get a few answers to their questions, well hopefully anyway. It depends on how friendly the DoD are feeling and whether or not they'll part with their information. Hopefully her and Justicar could find a way to make them friendly and want to talk to them. She'd just have to wait to see until they got there.

In reply to Mystic Knight (msg # 34):

Derek quickly drinks down the last of his coffee.  Rising from the table, he somewhat self-consciously glances around, and then loudly proclaims "Yehi'or!"

With a flash of light, and a muted thunderclap of displaced air, Derek is suddenly replaced by a tall figure, dressed in an outfit that looks like the lovechild of a Cecil B. DeMille costume clearance and the more acid-fueled scratchings of Jack Kirby.  With a look of determination, Nimbus summons up a glimmering halo of light around his body, and streaks off into the sky after Mystic Knight and Justicar.

OOC:  Are we holding off, or playing, or just setting the stage?  I'm happy for whatever, but am vaguely confused.

Justicar settles in beside Mystic Knight on his left and Nimbus his right and holds out a hand in gesture to pause.

"Hang on Mystic, Nimbus, I need to make a few calls first to smooth our way."

Justicar slows his pace to about 20mph forward hover and calls first the LESP Dispatch Center ~

"Hello this is JUSTICAR, LESP Badge Num#10072, I need a direct line to our State Department Liaison about an ongoing Terrorist threat investigation the SENTINELS have been activated to assist in."

MA 15, no skill appropriate

OOC: We are doing this investigation.. by the book.
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Is your radio on?
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Dani frowned having been set on hold for more than a few minutes after giving the proper passcode.  She'd eventually made her way to the roof of the building via a fire escape to talk.  The lithe brunette knew that she'd likely broken protocol and more than a few (stated and unstated) procedures by trying to make contact.  But, the situation seemed dire enough.  And she wasn't confident that she or the rest of the LESP crew quite had a handle on the situation.

Her program contact at the NIH had been no help - not that she expected that doctor to be aware of anything related to this situation.  So, she figured that someone associated with her old unit might know something about either The Force or S-97.

Still, she knew that her army superiors had valued a certain level of self-sufficiency when she'd been reassigned to Special Projects.  But in her mind, the current circumstances were ridiculous; Dani expected more than a simple anonymized text message as a briefing for any type of actual mission or engagement.  The young army veteran knew that she could be effective in applying concerted force, but she did need to know where the force was to be applied.  "C'mon..." she muttered under her breath

The musak stopped and Chandani started to speak, but then realized that it had just been the recording cycling.  Her lips pressed into a tight moue, she was left on hold once more.  She scanned the other buildings around her from the rooftop, trying to will more information into existence.

The dispatcher came back on the line suddenly, but only to quickly inform her that her call couldn't be patched through; the party she was trying to reach was 'unavailable' at this time.  The line immediately died and the standard phone carrier disconnection message began to cycle, "..if you like to make a call, please hang up and dial ag....  A single curt Nepalese expletive escaped Chandani's burgundy lips, before being followed by a plaintive sigh.  She knew what 'unavailable' meant in this context - couldn't be bothered; unwarranted requisition of information or resources.  Ouch.  The truth hurt.

She started the long climb back down the fire escape ladder to head back to the lounge and the others.  Hopefully, they had better luck than she did.  Certainly, they couldn't have worse luck...

---

  11:15, Today: Tyger rolled 93 using 1d100.  Military Etiquette. – [roll=1616004943.38014.315641]

[Private to GM: that's 25 experience points to you]
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In reply to LESP Dispatcher (msg # 37):

OOC: Opps..yeah.  And ~ aitchessay... huh?!?

16:42, Today: Justicar rolled 13 using 1d20.  Radio: Basic [57%]. – [roll=1616013737.84074.355584]

Justicar pauses in flight hovering stationary briefly...
[Private to group LESPradio: "Let me explain. The SENTINEL's received a Electronic Notice to our phones just a few minutes ago indicating the State Department had become aware of a potential terrorist threat to the eastern Seaboard of the continental US.  We were told in that Notice we are activated to assist in the investigation to track the terrorist's and stop them.  I need to speak to a representative or a Law Enforcement Liaison with the State Department ~ First to confirm this is an actual credible threat as no identification was given in this 'notice', and Second if it is we need to know what clearance we have to speak with the Agencies, and military likely already involved in the investigation with homeland defense, so we can properly coordinate our efforts with agents and investigators they already have working on this. So we're NOT double tracking their already in-progress investigations or dead-ends they have already discontinued investigating.  I need to know so we are not shaking the wrong trees in our own investigation.  Since we were made privy to this Notice, I assume there may be high-confidence that metahumans are involved.  So, Please get me in contact with someone Above YOUR paygrade that can answer some questions YOU do not have clearance for and stop wasting time!"]

[Private to GM: multiplying the d20 roll by five to make it %-age yields 65, so it just a bit of a miss, but Radio: Basic skill is for transmit quality. You would have received fine and transmitted slightly sloppy. This is STILL 25 experience points to you.]
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On the radio
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https://youtu.be/1e_9GirqmoI?t=75

OOC: Opps.. I could have sworn I switchit from a d20 roll to a d100 roll.! Grrr.. I'll double check next roll!

[Private to group LESPradio: "You should unionize, 12hour shifts are highly prone to lack of any effective work after the first 8 hours medically your concentration wanes.  Not good for You or the important tasks assigned to you.  Thank you Officer Hooks, I agree that women should have access to PAID medical leave for child care without it reflecting upon their work as part of the benefits ALL women and mothers should receive! My mother is a High Manager CFO for Mitsuhama Telecommunications - a Japanese Corporation... they don't know the meaning of 'Time Off'. I'm sure my mother would wish she had a... more present hand in my childhood as well.  You have my sympathies.  The info you provided is helpful and appreciated!"]

Justicar then turns the radio off switching to the suit internal cell phone to call the aitchessay {<--- honestly do not recognize what this term refers to}, "This is Justicar, LESP Badge number 10072#.  The Sentinels need more intel on this Notice we recived.  We have no information on the Bacterialogical Agent mentioned we would like to consult the Local offices of the DoD. Can you assist or provide the intel we need without bothering them?  It would be nice to also know the names of the FBI, CIA, and or CDC Agents directly involved in this investigation so we can coordinate our efforts and not retread investigations progress already completed."

In reply to Lite Star (msg # 33):

Well, your goilem is pretty handy, then.  Me, I'm not sure how susceptible to radiation I ma, beyond the obvious.  He refers to his appearance and abilities.  But, then, I've always been really, really gezunt.
He shrugs.  Yeah, the fact that it has already made the rounds and is likely suspected to be hit occurred to me at the end there.  I'm far from being a narishe mentsh, but sometimes it takes me a moment to catch up.

[Private to Lite Star: there is absolutely nothing on any media stream about the virus theft or nuclear threat, not even in The National Enquirer][Private to Nimbus: there is absolutely nothing on any media stream about the virus theft or nuclear threat, not even in The National Enquirer, there are also no reports of illnesses, strange outbreaks, etc.][Private to Tyger: You receive a text with the word 'apricots' and a phone number (obviously a burner)][Private to Justicar: A receptionist takes your call, and, after some discussion, gives you a time and place to meet the liaison, that very evening your contact will be on the third bench along the bike trail in Center City Park.]

Once they begin asking, the heroes discover that The Force hasn't even made their ransom demands available, yet.

Nodding at Jacob Lite Star pauses as search results come in.

"Hmm, I can't find anything online about any of this.  Not even the conspiracy or Leak sites have a hint on the Force or missing nukes.  Some ways that is good, it's been kept low key, helps avoid the panic and the dangers that that brings.  Unfortunately that it does imply that the threat is not empty and that the Force are willing to cause wide spread harm.  Because if they didn't have anything or had no intention of carrying out the threat then to get a result or cause panic they would have likely gone public, terrorism does after all rely on causing terror."

She shakes her head and looks at a few read outs on her HUD.

If we can't get a satellite fly over to point a possible radiation spike, or any other ideas of trying to locate these guys, then I could fly a search pattern over the city.  I have equipment that will detect any significant spike in the background radiation at nearly 4 miles, but to cover the city and the surrounding area to pinpoint a poorly shielded bomb would take some time.  And of course if they have proper shielding around it then I doubt I could detect it.  I'm open to suggestions and ideas.

Looking around the room at others still there.  In the security of her helmet Eliza put together a secure memo to her friend at the Foundation.  Asking him to get things ready to bring up the plans for city wide disaster relief, so they were ready to initiate action if required.  To keep the security of the operation she didn't mention the reasons for readiness, or ask for anything to be actually set in motion.  Just to have the plans in hand ready to be acted on.

Justicar will turn to his waiting comrades gesturing back to the Sentinel's Base roof, his modulated voice informs them, "...hmm ~ Mystic Knight, Nimbus, I have some more intel that makes our foray to the Offices of the DoD.. and others perhaps unnecessary.  But it is something the whole team should hear I think.  Let's reconvene inside."

Cycling down his jet engines he returns to the roof.

He leads the way back to the conference room with the rest of the team,  Triggering his helm his visor lifts revealing his face and he takes up a position near the table where he left his laptop.

"Ok team, I may have perhaps jumped the gun somewhat in my eagerness to get started. But I made some calls and got intel that may set up on our way in the investigation."

"My original intent was to Call some liaison with the State Department to confirm the Notice, and ask them to contact the offices of the DoD to let them know we would be coming for more a meeting on the classified details on the Bio-Agent and this Terrorist Cell 'The Force' to get us up to speed on the investigation."

"But it appears no such liaison for our organization the LESP has such contact with the State Department 'shrug'.  I could not actually confirm who precisely sent the Notice only that it came from the offices of the Aitchessay, no idea what Agency THAT is but I'll guess its associated with the Department of Homeland Defense? Regardless, I was given their Number ~ and I suggest we all put that in our phones or communications devices...they seem to be the ones really directing LESP, but they didn't seem to want to want to help us contact the Agencies involved.. just use our own contacts and resources.

"Gotta Tell you now.. I have NO such contacts other than the business dealings I made with Lockheed Aerospace and we are NOT on friendly terms with their theft of MY suit designs.  But instead of just sending us a direct update on the state of the investigation among the 'Official' Agencies already pursuing this case... they have scheduled us to meet some Agent/Contact/Liaison, this evening on the third bench along the bike trail in Center City Park."

"... ... yeah. If I were any more suspicious, I'd say TRAP, but ...'sigh' why?"

"Not sure they trust us ... but maybe that's just my teen inexperience speaking.. is that 'normal' for Agencies to do things this way? Some of you have military training.. I'm just a college kid with too much brains and idealism for his own good."

"I mean if this is supposed to be a hand-off of Intel.. why so public why not just deliver a package to our Base or better yet an Agent to our HQ? So I can only guess its supposed to be a clandestine meeting ~ subtle?!?"

He gestures to his 600lbs battlesuit bristling with weapons ~ "...This is NOT subtle... so I'm UN-VOLUNTEERING to be the meeting person."
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Jacob turns to JUSTICAR.  Aich-ess-ay (HSA) is the acronym for Homeland Security Administration.  It refers to the administrative arm of the Department of Homeland Security, or Dee-aich-ess (DHS).
He shakes his head.  I can't do it either.  I'm way too recognizable.  I could be nearby, just out for a run, or eating a meal, or something, but that would mainly serve as a distraction to help keep eyes off the meeting.