"All right, this is fairly simple to list." Arget nodded.  "Fly over, kill roof guards.  I get off, Chiro does his job... while I fuck with the electricity.  Make distractions and problems."  He pulls the final vial of one-hundred percent out, and replaces it.<br/><br/>(Good thing I'm alone at that point.) He thinks.  (Hopped up on this shit, I'm gonna be trouble for everyone.)<br/><br/>"Okay.  But as for barricading myself up there... well, you're telling me to find an electric box on the roof.  That might not happen.  If it doesn't, I might have to do things... another way.  Just bear in mind."  He didn't want to say 'my way' because that might arouse objections.  "Since Chiro and I are splitting, can we get some walkie talkies or something to keep in touch?  We should stay silent most of the time we're in there, but if you've got anything - and I know it's hard to find good equipment in our position as a rebellious underclass - we would be grateful."<br/><br/>Arget feels in his pocket.  The chambers are full, and he's got five readiesd speed loaders to boot.  Not enough for him, though.  "More." He mumbles.  "I require 7.62 millimeter rounds, in quantity."  He says, examining the details on the box to one of the loaders.  "A sight would be nice, if it's available.  I know it's a lot to ask, but if you want me to wreak airborne havoc, quickly and quietly, this is the gun to be doing it with."  He holds out his silenced Nagant with one hand, the other feeling to make sure the light protective vest was firmly in place.<br/><br/>"Once I've got what I need, I'll be set.  Chiro, buddy, let's psych up."