Sven watches her explain, a little smile on his face. Something else must be up here. The inquisition wouldn't send a kill team for just this. There was something that they weren't being told and to be honest, that wasn't all together unusual. He slowly clambers to his feet, the chair creaking as the weight of his heavy armour shifts on it. Across his back is hung a large frost blade sheathed in a fur and leather sheath and a Godwynn-Pattern Bolt gun is mag locked to his thigh.<br/>The other death watch are all heavily armed. An Imperial fist carries a combie melta, the Ultramarine a stormbolter and a short sword, A storm falcon has a heavy bolter mag locked to his back pack and the final member of the group, a howling griffon, bears a power sword and bolt pistol.<br/>Brother Marius nods to the inquisitor as his squad mates stand from the table.<br/>"Then we should begin the mission as soon as possible. Have you thought about our method of insertion?"