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It had been a bit of a trick to sneak these people into the city, but it had been done. These people were a group of five foreigners, recruited and transported to a derelict warehouse in the once vibrant industrial sector. The economy in Norkotia had been in gradual decline for some years now, with much of the manufacturing being moved out of the city or closed down. It definitely wasn’t the type of place a tour guide would take visitors if they were trying to show off the beauty and rich history of the country.

But this was no tour. Their purpose was a grim one. These beings had been recruited for their ability to fight and to kill. So when they all were assembled in the decrepit structure, it was no surprise to find a large map of the industrial sector spread-out on the table, as though this were a war room for generals to gather and talk strategy. But there were no generals, but rather a man in a tan suit, dark tie, and charcoal hat. He lurked in the shadows, pacing back and forth as he waited for his team to assemble.

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“Good evening.” he greeted them, as their escorts filed back out of the building, leaving just a couple of guards at the door, “Welcome to Stalhberg. You’ll find the official district border with Norkotia City proper about a half-mile east of us. But what is more important is what lies a half-mile north of us.”

He pointed at a highlighted area on the map, where several buildings were marked and obstacles were indicated. The map itself was the only thing directly lighted in the dim room, thanks to a fixture that hung from a long chain from the high roof all the way down to just above eye-level. Still, though the light was focused directionally on the map, a couple of these foreign mercenaries would recognize the man in the suit as the same one who had overseen an earlier operation in the countryside surrounding the city.

“Here is the last stronghold of Daran Wenig, the ranking executive of BlackBlood Energy Incorporated. It seems Mr. Wenig has gotten it into his head that he is above the law and that he ought to be the one directing affairs of the state, rather than the elected representatives. But local politics is not your concern; your interest in Wenig is strictly monetary. I need him brought back to me, preferably alive and intact. But if his head is all you can manage, then I will accept that too. Wenig is holed-up in an old refinery that belongs to his company. It is relatively small and is no longer active, so don’t go expecting to shoot a drum and blow the whole place; it’s been pretty well cleared-out of explosive materials. What it hasn’t been cleared of is private security soldiers. Wenig has a small army of men defending the place, and he’s repurposed many of the old towers and scaffolding as sniper positions and weapon emplacements.”

He pointed at several pins on the map, indicating said emplacements.

“Local police have been unable to crack the defenses, but they’ve at least been able to scout the outermost enemy positions. You’ll find they have the main street covered by a rotary gun, here. I’d suggest avoiding that spot. The facility is surrounded by a short wall with a barbed-wire fence atop it, but there are gates on the east and west sides of the compound. We don’t know precisely where Wenig is, but we suspect he’s located in the foreman’s offices.”

He stepped back from the table and map, his arms now being placed behind his back as he prepared to finish-off his briefing.

“We don’t know what you’ll encounter once you breach the outer defenses, but I’m confident you can handle things once you’re inside. Local police may move in behind you, but they will not be aware of your operation, so try to be out of there before they arrive on the scene. Your mission will be considered complete regardless of whether you or the police capture or kill Wenig. You merely must not allow Wenig to escape under any circumstances. Are we all understood, then?”

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Persephone dusted her clothes, flicking away pieces of dust and Gaia knows what from their somewhat unusual entrance to the city. She could catch brief hints of oil, grease and the tang of machinery from this warehouse. God, when did this place go to the dogs? It felt like an oven, luckily, she didn’t need to worry about her temperature, but she could still feel the sticky heat inside the lofty warehouse. The walls rusted and flaked bits of rusty snow with pinpricks of sunlight shining through the walls.

 

She leaned uncertainly againgst the table, afraid the crumbling and splintered wood would turn to dust like the warehouse around them if she were to put too much weight on it. Though she was more interested in viewing the man than the map, such an interesting array of garments. Her eyes tracked the guard's movements, someone of importance to be sure before she focused on his words. She nodded a greeting, smirking slightly as she recognised his as he came forth from the shadows. Hello again, Sir. She opted to stay quiet as he outlined the plan, following the motions of his pins across the map.

 

How enthralling, she leaned closer, resting her chin on her hand. It as good that Daran Wenig was to be brought dead or alive, that relieved pressure significantly on the mission if they didn’t have to guarantee his safety. However, the police worried Persephone slightly, she couldn’t account for their actions or morals if they should catch onto their plan and the mystery of the inside. They could have filled it was a toxic waste or rabid creatures for all they knew. Hmmm, Persephone leaned back and stretched up her arms before nodding her confirmation that she understood. What does it matter they didn’t know the inside? Unexpected factors were bound to occur during such missions.

 

Though, she did raise her hand slightly to address the man in tan. “Do you have a photograph of Mr Wenig? We don’t want to bring back the wrong person. That would be most unfortunate.” A playful smile brushed her lips, the idea was quite amusing.

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The first thing Vince noticed when he walked into the assembly room; was not the decrepit surroundings, was not the stench, or even the map laid out for them. No, it was a shining vision that gave him hope that this mission did not have to be so bad after all! Vince was constantly in need of cash, being that he was a fugitive and a wanted elf. Nobody hire's the criminal, so you take what work you can. And work he is, here to do an espionage mission to kidnap some oil guy. That spelled a gray and depressing atmosphere that only steampunk fans would enjoy. But now he had some color to look for to give him reason to smile.

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But that aside, now was the time to focus. He could flirt and get rejected later, he'd need to learn as much about the target as possible. Then he could treat her to a drink at a local bar.

The mission was explained to be very difficult, and that murdering the target would be acceptable. Not on his watch. Naive as it seems, he was a pacifist who hated killing people. He only carried stun pistols. They'd knock you out for a good day if set to maximum! That being said, he wasn't so sure the military looking guy shared his love of pacifism. But by his understanding, this was a stealth mission, so nobody had to be killed. Now was the best time to use his stun pistols! After all, some of those guys who are guards are only working a job to go home at the end of their shift and greet a wife or kid. Try killing a guard now next time you see one. Every scrub has a mom.

"What kind of bonus reward do we get for capping the guy alive? Or better yet, bringing him here?" Vince said, trying to sound suave for the lady. He knew for a fact he wasn't bad looking, but if he said that out loud he'd sound arrogant. But yes, he is slightly that thing very much absolutely.

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Hyeok entered the assembly hall a bit late, his face covered by Genesarian Velhatien Desert head garb and his green fatigues and typical plate carrier covered in the dust that made up the harsh climate of Norkotia. It had been a short trip after the intimidation of a local town, but on foot it took a bit longer then Hyeok had anticipated. Nodding to the woman known as 'Persephone' as he entered Hyeok took a position to the left of the table housing the map - it seemed he had arrived just in time to hear the briefing from the fixer who had been his employer twice in a row. It was hard wet work, a refinery assault and capture or elimination of a high value - it was heavily fortified, with a rotary petrogel gun at a key infiltration location and patrolling guards at key blind spots. Whoever was Mr. Weing's head of security had some chops, it didn't appear to be amateurs work. The idea of assaulting such a force with a small, disorganized team brought a pleasurable chill to Hyeok, causing his head to tilt slightly as he suppressed his growing excitement. 

Without ceremony Hyeok began his preparations - strapped tight to his chest by a single point sling was an antique looking shotgun, Hyeok turned it over and began to load petrogel shells from pouches on his plate carrier into the tube magazine. The audible 'click' of each shell filled the mostly quiet room but as soon as it began it was over, and once more Hyeok allowed the weapon to hang tight to his chest by it's sling. Next came the antique pistol strapped into a thigh holster on his right leg, a stripper clip fed antique Hyeok had taken a true liking to the weapon, and imagined he would probably carry it even when he left the magic dampening lands of Norkotia. Grabbing a small lever at the back of the pistol Hyeok opened the action, checking the 10 round capacity internal magazine - satisfied it was loaded he returned it to it's holster. 

"I'll need a bolt action, optical scope if possible variable between 2 and 8 power, otherwise fixed at 6 power. Caliber needs to be larger then 6.5mm, preference to 8mm or above." Hyeok said, his thick Welander accent doing it's best to sound commanding. He scanned the map as he spoke, eying potential over watch positions. He pointed to a slightly raised location about three hundred yards North of the rotary gun. "I think our best bet is to attack where they expect us not to. I'll provide fire support as we assault the rotary gun, I'll kill anyone who mans it as the rest of the team approaches it. Once we secure it I'll discard the rifle and join the assault team. This location is likely to have the lowest concentration of guards due to it's weapon emplacement, furthermore it's located in a perfect spot to assault and extract while taking minimal contact - which is why it has a heavy weapon emplacement for defense.  Objections?" Hyeok asked, scanning the room with his narrow fox like gaze and waiting for anyone to oppose, he fully expected there would be at least one objection - he simply hoped the team saw the value in the position the rotary gun occupied. Assaulting a refinery with a small, disorganized team against trained, prepared and organized adversaries meant taking every advantage one could - and getting the quickest route to the high value. 

Hyeok had learned from the last mission, the best way to herd cats was to establish ones self as a leader early. Now it just came down to whether the fickle beast that was an adventurer accepted the mercenary as their tactical leader. 

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Cal, being the uptight individual that he was, arrived just slightly before the woman with the pointed ears walked in. Immediately entering the room, ignoring the smells of the city and sights of the abandoned warehouse that he was pretty acquainted to, he first noticed the map sitting on the table. Cal had an affinity for maps and anything geography related, and could probably name the majority of the towns in Terrenus. For the time being, though, he was studying the map and searching for any possible weaknesses in the facility. He noticed a few almost immediately, particularly the rotary gun. The fact that it was even there was a weakness in of itself, any people guarding it would not expect to be attacked and would likely be easily surprised. Of course, first, they'd have to take out the sniper towers first, which could be pretty hard to take down with garnering the attention of said rotary gun.

What worried him more than anything was the fancy-looking man's talk of the local police. He'd heard this plenty of times-people being sent in as "allies who don't know about your mission, and might kill you if they see you." What Cal had found on his operations was that most of the time they fully knew you were there, and would take you out purposefully so that you didn't have to get paid. He'd keep an eye out for that.

As Cal leaned over the map, he heard a click which would normally be quite silent, but its echoing off the walls of the warehouse in combination with the relative silence in the room made it clearly heard by everyone. Cal looked over the man, specifically examining his rifle. It seemed quite well built, and ready to neutralize any and all that stood in its way. The man himself he found was very similar to himself, very picky and made it clear exactly what he wanted.

As soon as he started talking about tactics, Cal knew that he was playing the leader card. The best way to make yourself a leader is to talk first and ask questions later. Cal was pretty fine with this, he didn't consider himself a leader type. No, he was far too reclusive and solitary. What he did like was being an advisor of sorts to said leader. Cal had high confidence in his own military strategy and cunning in general. He also agreed with the man's tactics, which somewhat monitored his own thoughts.

Cal pointed to a tower situated around the very edge of the compound and about 200 yards east of the position the "commander" had pointed to, which was likely a solid choice for a sniper. "We'll have to take out this guy first, without attracting any attention from the rest of the guards."

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The vampire woman, one of two individuals who had been part of a previous job, spoke up first, inquiring about a possible photograph of Wenig. This prompted the man to reach into his suit, plucking out a small black and white image, which he laid down on the table for all to see. It showed Wenig, a middle-aged man with impeccably combed hair, a trimmed mustache, and an overall charming appearance, wearing a suit and a fedora, not uncommon among the business folk in Norkotia City. Presuming he was not in disguise, he'd be easy to spot.

As everyone was studying the picture, the Elven man inquired if there would be a bonus for bringing Wenig in alive. Though the man in the suit had assumed the statement that alive was preferred was hint enough that payment would be richer in that outcome, he might as well make that point clear, now.

"Yes, returning him here, alive and well, will net you the best payout. You will be granted additional gold and silver in that scenario. If he is captured alive by the police, the result will be similar, so long as you all are well out of the zone by then. Clean-up I have to do to erase your involvement, the better." the suit answered him, then looked toward Hyeok, who appeared ready to talk.

"I'll need a bolt action, optical scope if possible variable between 2 and 8 power, otherwise fixed at 6 power. Caliber needs to be larger then 6.5mm, preference to 8mm or above." said he.

"You'll have one before you leave here today." the man in the suit nodded.

Hyeok then began to plan-out the assault, with the tall man in the tunic adding his own suggestion soon thereafter. They seemed to be handling this element of the operation just fine, so the organizer didn't see the need to interject himself here. Instead he patiently waited to be addressed, and in the absence of that, went to the door to inform his men standing outside to bring in the armaments requisitioned for the mission. Subsequently, a couple crates were brought inside and opened, and from one was plucked a sturdy bold-action rifle with a sling and scope, which was offered to Hyeok.

"Schmidt Model 558, .30 caliber, five-round capacity, six-power optics." he described the weapon for the Welander, before handing it off to him, "Best long-range weapon in Norkotia. You may be dealing with a few of these from the enemy snipers as well. We also requisitioned a Jorgerson submachine gun for you or your team's usage."

He pulled a shorter weapon with a wooden rifle butt like a common long gun, but also with a sizable clip at the bottom and a vented barrel. This weapon fired .35 caliber pistol ammunition.

"These are strictly banned, so don't get caught with it." the man in the suit added.

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The elf was a smooth talker, good voice and well put together words. Persephone ran her gaze over him before returning her attention to the mission at hand. An interesting fellow but his motivation was clear as blood against the freshly fallen snow. He was here for the cash, it was just fine with her. The payoff was good but was secondary to her own motivation.

 

She waved and winked at him cheekily, to Fox as he entered, his stride and aura of authority were hard to forget from their last mission. Good, if he was here then there was hope for this debauched tea party yet. He was a good leader and reliable, talking his way through an excellent plan of action. She had no qualms with it and shook her head as he raised his asked for objections.

 

However, the being who had entered before her did raise a good idea in the flow of the scheme coming together. Would it set off a chain reaction between the guards if someone was taken out? “I would be happy to remove him, but do we know how the person in the compound communicates? We don’t want to miss some sort of signal that would give them a heads up on our arrival. That could cause serious problems.”


She studied the photograph minutely, before turning to the man in tan. “Another question, if by some chance a policeman should catch onto our little party, are we allowed to use any means necessary to eliminate them? We don’t want any tell tales wandering around.” Her eyebrow raised in question to the man, interested to test the limits of their power when they went in.

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It seemed everyone here was kind of bloodthirsty, talking about killing all the random joes in the building who are probably just doing the job as just that; a job. He wouldn't be surprised if the guard's were kind of lax, what with how most nights there are no events of any kind. The guards have no reason to believe anything would happen tonight. Its how Vince knew how to break into places; take advantage of thee guards complacency. They'd be lazy until the first gunshot goes off, and now his team wanted to toss that advantage right out the window. Not only that, but the poor smuch who's shift it is to man the machine gun is probably gonna get their head minced.

Call him naive, but if that were him on that machine gun, he'd much rather prefer to be taze'ed than killed for what he'd essentially think is sitting in one spot nobody will ever come.

He was snapped out of his thoughts by his shining star winking at him. His heart immediately got lighter; that was right, he was here to assist his star, not just for money. He wouldn't need to feel bad about breaking in and entering with the potential of murder...right? That aside, he sent his own wink back at her, giving her a 'call me' sign with his hand at the side of his face, smiling all the while.

He then turned to the others, his face now serious.

"I request that I sneak in and take out the machine gunner without any guns. If we fire weapons that early, it can alert ever single enemy of our plan and we will have to act unreasonably fast. If we go my stealth route, we get inside and capture him first. Our escape can be your way, but we cant risk the mission on such a gamble of 'hope he doesn't escape after firing the first bullet when nobody is even inside yet.'" He said, pointing at the front entrance. "I say I knock out a patrolling guard on the outskirts of the compound, take their clothes and disguise myself. Then I'll walk inside the compound, no problems since without any incidents to wake them up, they'll still be lazy and lax. I doubt that with this many people he's got inside that I'll be singled out immediately. It'll at least buy me enough time to get to the gunner and take him out. I'll signal you with a flashlight when I'm done."

Vince was an espionage and stealth guy. It was necessary skills if you want to go into this business and also be leaning more to pacifism. Not to say he won't shoot someone, but he'd aim for arms and legs instead of heads or chests.

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As the Welander took the time to examine the weapons which had been provided to him, the other veteran of the Kohle City campaign spoke up. The vampire woman first asked about communication, to which she was informed to expect a mix of portable radios or wired phone lines, depending on the position in question. However, the next question she had was a much more important one, given its implications.

"That would be inadvisable. The primary purpose of your mission is to reduce police deaths, not contribute to them. Efforts will be made to ensure their advance is measured so it won't overtake your position, but as you well know, no plan survives contact with the enemy. If the police become a factor at your location, you are to avoid them as much as possible. It's best you never even give them the opportunity to identify you. Of course, should you be identified, then do what is necessary to silence those who have done so, but be aware that I will deduct payment for every police life that is lost. So it is in all of your best interest to make this as quick and efficient as possible." responded the man in the suit.

As he finished, the Elf spoke up, suggesting a more stealthy plan of attack. This was a question better suited for the Welander, who was to lead and plan the actual mission. Thus, the man in the suit did not respond verbally, but made sure to direct Vince's attention to Hyeok. The soldier silently considered the alternative plan as he set aside the submachine gun he'd been examining, before finally nodding in Vince's direction. They would allow the Elf to do things his way, but he had to ensure any guards he "took out" would not be a threat to the safety of the overall mission. And while he could signal them with a flashlight, there could be no acknowledging signal back, for risk of it being detected by other guards. After he had cleared a way in, the rest of the team could infiltrate the facility.

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Persephone smirked slightly, enjoying the motion out of the corner of her eye. But her face remained thoughtful, keeping both eyes firmly on the matter in hand. “Understood.” She nodded, surprised at the level of care the man took with outlining the no-good areas. Shocking, perhaps an ex-law enforcement? They never could bring the bond of a brother, even if they were on different sides. So cute, Persephone had always admired the fierce loyalty of most servicemen.

 

On the other hand, the operation to remove the gunner was good but Persephone had a few queries before all was set in stone. “An excellent plan.” Someone had a bit of a wild side, Persephone said as she reached back to flick her hair into a ponytail. She anticipated much activity this night, though her hair was fabulous it would be inconvenient.

 

“What kind of signal are we talking? I'm not versed in military codes, ideally something simple. We don’t want to have some miscommunication and rush into a den of lions. We should have a code. Something like two flashes and then a pause and a third for success. Also, a code for if you fail or are unable to remove the gunner, something like two flashes but no third. That should give us time to think up an alternative entry.” She directed these questions to the group, happy for agreement or an alternative proposal.

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Vince saw everyone was tossing their coins into his case, so he'd have the pie for now and lead with it. In other words; he was leading part one of this multi part series. Their boss was against involving the police anyways, so a stealth approach was a good option.

On 5/17/2018 at 11:26 PM, Abigail666 said:

“What kind of signal are we talking? I'm not versed in military codes, ideally something simple. We don’t want to have some miscommunication and rush into a den of lions. We should have a code. Something like two flashes and then a pause and a third for success. Also, a code for if you fail or are unable to remove the gunner, something like two flashes but no third. That should give us time to think up an alternative entry.”

Vince was impressed, he was just going to flash the light out a window a few times and hope they could get inside. This was a way better plan than what he would have originally did. Now if only he could find the right way to invite her to a date or something...Oh, yeah, the mission.

"Sure, we'll do it like that. Good idea by the way. Oh, and before I forget," He straightened up and gave her an reverse nod with a smile. "I'm Vince. Maybe you've heard of me? I'm pretty famous." He said, the reality being that he was only famous in very specific places. And not even that many, or even for good reasons. His attention turned to the gun guy. "Gun man, I might not get inside so smoothly, so If I get caught, feel free to go to your plan B. Mine's probably gonna set off a few alarms if I get caught anyways. Similar to if you were to fire a gunshot 100's of feet from the target building like plan B would need." He said in a smart alek way.

Pale boy was being quiet, so maybe he was also ok with his plan? Or maybe he hated it but didn't want to say anything cause everyone already agreed to his plan. Mysterious stranger types are wildcards. Wildcards can be both good or bad in some cases.

"I'm ready to start first thing midnight, by then I can gather all the stuff I need to do this smoothly."

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Cal was usually rather quiet in large groups, at least until he got more acquainted with them first. He liked this about himself, though. It allowed him to think more easily instead of trying to add onto other peoples' conversations. And even now he was using it to formulate through everyone's plans, cutting pieces of them out or adding his own ideas to find the most optimal method of attack, and stitching it all together to make a fleshed-out collection of ideas which would form a plan.

"For Plan A to work, we need to rely entirely on the elf's stealthiness and the enemy's inability to detect him. If he's captured or killed, the alarm will almost surely sound and we'll have to resort to Plan B. But what exactly will we do in the case of a Plan B? Our VIP will likely be escorted out of the building as hastily as possible. I suggest in that case, that we form a perimeter around the building and watch any possible exit point. If one of us sees the man, they'll either attempt to take the escort out by themselves or signal to the rest of us." Cal looked over the rest of the group. "If nobody has a better plan, of course."

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The man in the suit continued to stand silently and cryptically as he watched the hired mercenaries debate plans of attack. He had little to say until the quiet man suggested surrounding the building to cut off potential escapes. There was only one problem with that, which was that the refinery was made up of several structures instead of just one. And though it was suspected Wenig would be holed-up in the main building, that did not mean he couldn't be elsewhere at the time of the infiltration. Perhaps he should have been more clear in explaining this to the mercenaries, though it was quite understandable for foreigners to not fully understand the composition of an oil refinery. Precious few people in the rest of Terrenus appreciated Gaia's great gift to humanity, petroleum.

"Before you can perform such a plan, you would need to confirm which structure Wenig currently inhabits." the agent reintroduced himself into the conversation, "As the map indicates, beyond the main building, there are also numerous towers and scaffolding structures, along with guard huts and old oil storage units, which could have been repurposed by Wenig's men. Just so you are aware."

Hyeok turned his attention to the map, which he began studying again to try and deduce any useful information he could from it. After confirming where the police positions were with the Agent, he suggested that he could remain at the raised position he mentioned earlier, from which he could shoot the gunners if Vince failed, then provide sniper cover while Persephone and Cal enacted entry. If possible, he would follow behind them and try to get in one of the towers so he could direct the others from a bird's eye view, as well as counter-snipe any sharpshooters. If not, he would remain at the position outside the compound and try to draw the enemy's fire so the others would have cover to go after Wenig. Though Cal and Vince had not worked with Hyeok before, Persephone had, so it would come as no surprise to her when the Welander procured magictech communication devices from his pocket. After explaining that the range of the ear-sized radios would be severely reduced and the connection patchy due to Norkotia's naturally magic-hostile atmosphere, he offered one to both Vince and Cal, as well as Persephone if she had somehow lost the one he had given to her back in Kohle City.

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The boy raised an excellent point in Vince’s plan that could cause some intense problem.s But the idea of circling the perimeter sounded very reasonable to Persephone. However, their mysterious suited man in tan pointed out the complexity of the structure, she doubted they did not have the abilities to be within a range of all the exits. The variety of exit points was far too wide, to random to really guard until they knew where Wenig was. Even then, it was a risky solution.

 

Should the personal from the other structures come to his aid, it would become a bloodbath and most likely their final stand. Persephone wasn’t sure she wished to go out in such a fashion.

 

Thankfully, Hyeok came to their rescue with an excellent range of options for them to get around the wide area of the base. Her eyes brimmed with anticipation, however, she waved away a second communication device and re-installing her one from earlier. The device cracked and spat to life, battling with its anti-magic environment with difficulty. She removed it, tapped it against her nail briefly and then replaced it. Yes, the connection was much better.

 

Then, Persephone spoke to the man in tan. “Do we know anything about what the person might be carrying weapon wise? And have any received training that proves to be problematic if encountered?” She wanted to know as many as possible to what she was up against. “Furthermore, does Wenig have any kind of combat training?” Would he be a pampered leader and dependent on his men or someone who had fought their way to the top?  

 

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Suddenly everyone was against him, and Vince felt like his ability was in question. Where some may feel upset, he simply shrugged at the feedback. If nobody liked his plan, that was fine. They'd go with the gunman's plan.

Except nobody said his plan was off. That implied he would still have to do his plan, with the knowledge that he could fail even easier than before. Vince was always in a pinch when it came down to the wire, but these odds seemed unevenly stacked. Not that it mattered, if he failed he would simply go full improve mode, priority being to escape alive, and mission the same as before. That being said, he'd need a to plan out his route of attack pretty soon.

Vince took the com device and put it in his elf ear, noting the static as it struggled to function. He applied some his internal magic supplies to support it, his knowledge of magi-tech sporting him a more clean sound. You can take the elf out of a magic land but you cant take the magic out of an elf.

While many criticisms were being passed his way, lady Persephone asked about their targets combat abilities and weapons. That was right, no rich guy wouldn't buy a nice toy if they knew they were probably a target. Probably a shotgun or magnum of some kind. If he was really old school, perhaps a tommy gun? Ah, movies sure do teach you alot about guns.

"If I may just add, I'm better at stealth than anyone here is giving me credit for, so can we please stop talking as if my chances of failing are pretty much guaranteed?" Vince said, hand behind his head and other on his hip, eyes closed and smiling a weak smile kind of stance.

'I wonder if I looked cool enough?' Vince thought, trying subtly to show off his very faint, lean muscles. For who? Who knows...

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