"We're thinkin' along the same sorta lines, good. All I need you to do is make some kind of noise, to draw 'em away from us.  Break some windows or something, we need maybe five minutes or so, Doc. We'll give you a signal when we get there."<br/><br/>Baz picks up one of the SWAT MP5s and clips it to the back of his flak-jacket, after checking the load and gathering up a few half-spent clips and loose rounds. "Can't let you have all the full-auto fun, can I?" he asks Akaida, slipping a silencer into his pocket. "'Sides. I'm black-ops... I'm good with quiet guns." He lifts a cigar to his face, then scowls as it hits gas-mask. "...bollocks."