<strong>Name:</strong>Marchosias, Danny<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Bar<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Well, if none of you have anything to ask..." The nephilim smiled, drawing a beer for himself from the shelves and popping the cap off with the lightest twitch of his thumb. No one had left yet, and no one had raised any objections to the plan, so he was feeling even more confident, a confidence that showed as he paused to sip his drink and refresh his voice before going on. "As Ayr said, if any of you don't feel you're properly armed for this sort of fight, just let him know whatever you need and he'll put it on my tab. For temporary loan, of course," he emphasized with a smirk, not wanting anyone to think they could leave after the job and still keep the weapon. "If you want to go non-lethal, I don't particularly mind, but don't let yourself get killed over it," he said in a far more directed voice, to the angel and the human in the bar that he was sure weren't overly fond of turning things into a bloodbath. He was willing to let their "ideals" slide, since there was enough firepower in the rest of the group to ensure the job went fine, so they would only be putting themselves in danger.<br/><br/>"I want two of you to go with Ayr to make sure the explosives get set up without interruption, and to attack the dwarves from the front. The rest of you will attack from behind, without causing any damage to the rail carrier; we need it to get the gold to our safehouse, after all." Setting his empty bottle aside, the nephilim stepped forward, allowing the counter of the bar to bisect and open a path from the master of this pocket dimension to walk through before sealing up again, as if it was made of nothing more than ordinary building materials. "Oh, and in case you were wondering, I'm not going along tonight. The rear group and the entire operation will be led by my lieutenant and security officer, Danny," Marc announced, gesturing to the kitsune, who anxiously waited at the corner of the bar. He seemed ever more nervous than he had while just playing bouncer, which made sense, since he was leading many people older and more powerful than him, at least until his blood magic entered the equation. There was no telling how powerful he would become then.<br/><br/>"You have about an hour before the armored car passes over the right location and gets brought down to the tunnel. The dwarves aren't going to wait around, so you have to be there when that happens, and ready to strike. Pull this off, even if you decide not to keep working for me, and you'll all get more than your fair share," the half-angel wrapped up with a grin, raising his hand toward the exit. "Good luck."