And I christen you Titanic, underestimate and swim.
In accordance with the natural laws of the Rift, there are several people doing several different things today.
In the basement of the Conrad Hotel, there is a Mitsuki who is currently perched on a very large shipping crate with a clipboard in hand, running inventory. Mitsuki remains the only archangel in the known universe who loves her paperwork. Feel free to engage or poke around in the boxes before the weapons get carted off somewhere. She's not going to make you help her with the paperwork or anything.
Speaking of angels doing paperwork (this time, it's reluctant), there is a Vincent who is running through evaluation notes on every member of his new team and possibly trying to figure out where the best possible location for a training exercise might be found, because these kids need to get together and hunt in a cohesive team unit before he'll ever send them out into a war and that needs to happen soon.
Feel free to disturb him. In fact, he would probably insist.
Somewhere near the Kashtta or, more appropriately, very near the recently exploded bank, there is a Sky, who is poking around (as much as he can given how tightly the area is secured still) both because of morbid curiosity and because he tends to get a little tetchy when there are explosions and he wasn't around to cause them.... Or, you know, if there were explosions that caused innocents to die and thus make his MO look bad. Because, you know, people dying is bad and that should be stopped. Or something.
Actually in the Kashtta, is Marshall who is sitting in the lobby behind the reception desk, for no reason other than it just happens to be a particularly ideal location for some reason, running through a series of programs on his laptop and generally not thinking about guns, Gene Hunt, or guns, because that way lies madness. He's also not thinking about the bank explosion, because that way also lies madness. It took him a very long time to realize that there wasn't going to be a briefing about that and he wasn't going to get over mission specs with Sydney, and there, you know, wasn't going to be a mission at all. He honestly misses that, but that was, you know, back when all he ever had to do was make gadgets and help with baseop. Those days no longer exist, and, well, Sydney doesn't want them to exist either.
And somewhere in that ever-popular park across from the Conrad, is Julian Sark who fully intends to find Michael Vaughn and talk to him in a very reasonable way that may or may not involve hitting him until he stops moving. It has not really occured (or if it has, he's choosing to ignore the logic) that there were probably very specific reasons for why no one told him about Sydney's existence in this world. The park just so happens to be a very good stake-out point, although you'd probably never guess he was on a stake-out, because he looks so completely innocent and not like someone plotting doom. Really. Just because the Conrad is in view of where he happens to be lurking and he's glaring at it in a very specific way means nothing.