Simon scowled, tossing and smashing his second cigarette with his heel before sneaking up behind with the rest of the group. Meakly he held his useless POS pistol near his shoulder, keeping an eye out for anything that make move suddenly and or violently. The workshop seemed much too quiet for the noise and commotion they had assuredly generated by simply driving up to the building. Not a soul surprised by their entrance, or standing guard waiting for things to go off the wall. Maybe they were all busy in the front. Maybe he had a hyper active imagination when it came to near death adventures.<br/><br/>He checked his gun.<br/><br/>In his haste he had forgotten to load the bottom two chambers, and the rust would cause so many noisy squeaks that it'd ruin the cover.<br/><br/>Deep breaths Simon. Deep breaths. You can do this. You got a nice warm bed with no company inside for when you get back home. No loved one to send love letters to from the frontlines. No-<br/><br/>"I really do hope this is going to your plan, boss" he whispered as quietly as he could to Fanya.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>