Darion just rolled his eyes at the lame names that the shade wearing guy chose.<span style="color: green">“Not any better.  I know, don’t get to know people I am likely going to need to put a bullet into later.  Just saying, you could use a bit of an imagination.”</span><br/><br/>After that though Darion fell silent and followed along, listening to the job itself.  There wasn’t much talking from the man as he followed Wheels and Bleu.  No strings would be much easier since he wouldn’t have to worry about purposely missing.  He didn’t have to worry about innocents.  There were none in the Dreg.  Not really as he had found.<br/><br/><span style="color: green">“Quiet.  I can do that.”</span>He didn’t say anymore.  Yeah, the PMC weren’t often known for quiet.  But they were trained for it.  Only an idiot would not train for some stealth.  It was easier, always, to take some targets out quietly first before going loud.  Thus why you always carry a few knives.<br/><br/><span style="color: green">“Got it, skulls are targets.”</span>He confirmed to Bleu at hearing what he said and then fell silent.  As they got nearer to the target.  In his head, using his own neurotet interface, and displaying what he could on his HUD, Darion tried pulling up some information on the building.  Not that he ever expected much based on his type of interface.  But he would always try.  Maybe one day he would get lucky.<br/><br/><span style="color: green">“Hey Bleu.  How good is your night vision?”</span>Darion asked.  Thinking of an idea to make it easier.  With his own implant making it easy.<span style="color: green">“If you think you can Wheels.  As soon as the party gets loud I would like you to cut out all the lights.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>