Fanya heard Emma's exuberance and smiled but held a hand up just for a moment so she could get an word in edge-wise.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">Duos, I agree, which is why, it will be K and three others trained soldiers in infiltration into urban and internal structures. That's one fire time. Just one, and that is the bare minimum that I am willing to go with knowing that I refuse to risk the lives of this talented group more than I am already doing. You are right, we aren't likely to find Deathclaws down there, but we are likely to find unknown and new dangers we haven't anticipated. The extra firepower, controlled firepower, is a must.</span>" Fanya stopped short as K spoke up in her quaint Australian accent and lilt.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: blue">Myself and my men are professionals. Don'cha worry yourselves about us getting with the waee or causing a ruckus. We will be quiet as mice in thea</span>"<br/><br/>Fanya turned back to Emma.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">Emma, whatever you need or want to bring we will have on tap here. You name it. However I want you to think about what you and K's fire team can carry<i> safely</i> when looking at the inventory. Makes sense?</span>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>