"Well, at least they don't have the Innsmouth Look."  Evan commented, straightening up his clothes as he pawed through the investigation report.  "Is it what the investigative team makes it sound like?"  He asked, wondering if the next line of inquiry was wise.  "Do we get any silver bullets?"  He asked, half jokingly.  Surely that was just a movie cliche.  On the other hand, ever since he'd joined the Taskforce, Evan's life had seemed more and more like a movie.<br/><br/>"I'm thinking we grab the SUV, then pack the lot with explosives and grenades.  Nobody makes a better scout than Private Splodey, especially if we don't have to worry 'bout civilian casualties."  Evan suggested, knowing that as a mine, by definition there had to have been a road you could drive a car on to get there at some point.  Hopefully a little bushwhacking could make the road usable, unless there was a destroyed bridge, which would make travel questionable.   Privatlely, he really hoped there would be a nice supply of explosives available.  "Are we authorizeed to use the usuals?  Frag grenades, tear gas, and my favorite, the wooly platipus?"  [wooly platipus = white phosphorous grenade]  Evan asked, knowing he was just as likely to be told that the mine was too fragile to try explosives in.  "Finally, do we know anything about different exits to the mine?  Bolt holes, secret exits... Will we get any chance to do sonar scans or however the hell they find trapped miners so we've got it mapped out?"  Evan asked, realizing he was asking a lot of questions, but if he got half of them answered, he would be doing pretty damned well for a government operation.