Arget grins wide.  "I'll need to save some strength." He says to Chiro as he pulls from his carpenter pockets a plain black acrylic balaclava, two slits on top for his ears... it's a tad musty as though it had been dug out of the trash as well.  Donning it, he then checks the chambers of his weapon.  "I'm ready to get busy... well, when you're all ready, let's formulate a plan - something that involves as much sneaking and as little shooting as possible."<br/><br/>He's clearly psyched up.  A little scared, and pretty excited.  They were going to make a difference - for once his life had purpose enough to take risks that would seem counterintuitive to his instincts ingrained from years on the street.  Violence, sadly, is the cost of doing business; but their business is now freedom, and dammit, business is good.