Archer wasn't all that surprised when she was chosen, she had spent most of her life making a career out of getting in and out of situations far tighter than this one looked to be after all; even if everyone except she and the boss knew that little tid bit.<br/><br/>The grin didn't leave her face, even as she started undressing.  The fabric of her blouse wrinkling slightly as her fingers moved swiftly over the many little buttons that kept the blouse closed.  As the material parted, what should have been the milky white texture of her skin being revealed, was instead shown to be an inky black cloth, stretched taunt against her body.  When the blouse was finally dropped carelessly down to the floor, she moved onto her trousers, shimmying out of them, to reveal more of the black cloth beneath.  Only when she was done, and she stood back up to stretch, was the full body, skin tight, lycra-spandex suit revealed, and she spent a few moments to tug the sleeves down tighter, and stretch a little more, knowing that going out into any situation unprepared spelled nothing but doom.<br/><br/>She spent a few more moments to move over to her jacket, her hands slipping into the hidden pockets that had been sewn into it's lining.  She didn't pull out everything she kept hidden in it, but only the bare minimum.  Which in this case comprised of a thin, dark length of rope, that she wound tightly around her body, it's end, that held a wickidly sharp hook, conveniently attached to itself so it would stay in place without moving.  Two tiny, flat, cloth packages came next, and were tucked into her suit, creating small bulges that could easily be overlooked unless someone knew to look for them.  Finally an ordinary pair of black gloves were pulled on, made from what appeared to be the same material as her suit, except for a slightly powdery texture, that could only be noticed if someone were close enough to inspect them properly.<br/><br/>Her hands reached up, gripping onto the hood of her suit, but paused before she could pull it over her head to complete the outfit, so she could turn and stare at Wagner, a look of concentration, and a hint of a question in her gaze.<br/><br/><strong>"I was planning on going out the baggage door, which I think, should be located on the bottom right hand side of the plane.  It'll give me more cover, and it wont be as expected as the other exits.  But this is your show boss, and I admittedly don't know this plane as well as I would, say a carrier.  So if you think there's a better way off this flying sardine can let me know."</strong>She wasn't as comfortable with going over her plans, but knew that those who worked on the "right" side of the the law liked to be in the know, and to "work together."<br/><br/>She glanced at the others as they spoke, and inputted the timer on her wrist watch to buzz her when her allotted three minutes had passed.  She was also grateful for the suggestion of a distraction, since it would make her job a little easier.