<strong>Oni: Where there’s smoke, there’s thinking</strong><br/><br/>Oni listened intently to the remainder of the briefing and frowned slightly. Plans were always a problem when it came to buildings. He cleared his throat at the moment they could begin asking questions, but paused to allow the scary looking gentleman with the tac-gear to speak first. Once he was answered, Oni then slightly raised his own hand “Not to be a wet blanket, but if I was a building contractor hired by a semi-reclusive multibillionaire to upgrade the inner sanctum of such a fine establishment…”<br/><br/>He continued “ I don’t think I would keep digitals. I will, of course, perform my due diligence and check, but I think we should be prepared to also look into whether or not the company uses an archive business, or potentially keeps the blueprints themselves. It may make things a little more troublesome, but certainly not impossible” He frowned, as if revealing the information could potentially get him shot, but if he hadn’t mentioned the possibility, then he wouldn’t be doing his job.<br/><br/>“I would also like to know just how much stealth you need for this? Do we want ‘Yes, this was a hack job and boy did they leave a mess’, or do we want “kidnapping performed by armed gunman, hack job suspected’?. I’ll try to adjust to your preferences, but I think the bullet holes would be more of a problem than a few fried systems. Make no mistake, Major…we’re going to try to walk into the home of one of the smartest and wealthiest families of our age…using technology that they helped develop. I know the pitfalls seem a little downplayed to the cave people and their large phallic symbols here…” He said as he thumbed the others “Are we absolutely sure that we can’t get to her while she’d out the house? Maybe find a way to get her out?”<br/><br/>One could tell from looking at him that he was more concerned than afraid, after all, some poor woman died so that he could keep his job…he was interested in holding on to his new lease on life for a bit.<br/><hr/><strong>Longshot: Pop goes the Weasel</strong><br/><br/>Long range recon and target servicing, along with direct eye in the sky link-up and stationary therm-optic camo. Low velocity rounds combined with highly focused kill zone shots. No prisoners or potential witnesses. Grab the target, give the place the slip, then rendezvous for the second part of the job. His role would be fairly textbook, but there was a bit of a problem with the distraction. In all honesty, he was working with a demo guy he’s never seen at work before, and he needs to trust the guy to do what he needed, which was really just small popcorn sounds in the bush.<br/><br/>Get them in the open, let their curiosity get the better of them, and then let the bullet get the better of their brain. Calvin gave the explosives guy a bit of a look. Something told him that he would need constant reminders of the hard currency at stake to keep his patience in check. With a bit of a chuckle, he went back to thinking of the mission. He’d have rear guard, if only because he had the technical head-start on the bug-out. Fine by him. He’d switch to those new high explosive rounds he scored to make a show of it “And the rockets’ red glare…”  he muttered to himself with a small chuckle.<br/><br/>He was actually starting to enjoy himself until the wondertech started pissing his pants. Still, the guy was going in with the door knockers, and knowing he wasn’t suicidal and gung-ho about the shit gave Calvin a bit of comfort. A person concerned for their own ass could be trusted to watch yours…as long as he was lead to believe that he was joined at the hip to everyone else.<em>’To all things a purpose, and a purpose in all things’</em>He thought to himself.<br/>