<div align="center"> Desmond: With this type of company why call it a "safe" house?</div><br/>Desmond check his watch. He was an hour away from the safe house with an hour and a half to spare. That was not the kind of time table he liked when preparing to meet new friends but it would have to do. He pulled off to the side of the road when he reached a more deserted stretch. He crawled to the back of his rental and set up his turret. It took him only five minutes to assemble the small grenade launcher. He turned it on and linked it up to the annoying computer that was tuck in his head. He loaded the two chambers with two different types of bomb. One was a highly potent explosive with incendiary elements. The second was an advance concussion grenade that used a half of dozen different techniques to confuse a hostile.<br/><br/>He also slipped on a belt of small hi end explosives that would be linked to both his AI and a switch on the back end of his watch. This would not help him out of any trouble but it would make sure that if his new employers betrayed him, the betrayal would reach an explosive conclusion. If they had a decent AI they could hack most of his systems but the switch on his wrist was all hardwired.<br/><br/>Compared to his more elaborate exit strategies this one was fairly basic. He would have liked to do more but he had spent most of the last few days traveling. With a sigh he got back into the car and drove the hour to the safe house. He pulled up to the house and smiled. If he was going to die here at least the view would be nice. As he got out of the car he pulled the blanket off the small turret and but his coat on. He waved to anyone who might be watching him then he head for the door. He knocked and waited.