Mix Up|| Bobby and Katarina
It was almost time. Mockingbird had been at if for hours; socializing, smiling, drinking and dancing with whoever crossed his path. Of course he was the only one who was expecting to do something other than socialize, smile, drink and dance. He'd periodically check in with his handler for any updates he should know about, any changes. It was the only thing keeping him sane as another man approached him wanting to talk to Dr. McCallan about the latest advancements in the field. This was where being a biologist came in handy.
And so he smiled and spoke for a while before excusing himself and moving to get some refreshments. And checking in of course. "Tewnty, Birdy. Get ready to move," said the voice in his ear. Bobby scanned the room for the target, spotting him easily. "Got 'em locked," he muttered, more than ready to go, but still having twenty minutes to kill. Maybe he'd find another dance partner...
