<div align="center"><strong>WRI/Armoury</strong></div><br/>Semyon blinked and then looked back down at the dossier, sliding his finger over the edge. It was not unexpected. He listened to the rest of the briefing, but he was perhaps not as attentive as he could be - anything that they would be told was suspect at best and of no guaranteed veracity. There could be ten hostiles or a hundred. And it was just the four of them. While he had long ago made his peace with the S.O.P. of Black Hearts, part of him could not help but recall the days gone by. Air and artillery support were great things.<br/><br/>Semyon took the dossier, and did not bother to affect any slowness. He lumbered out of the war room, and made his way down to the armoury. It was not difficult to pick out full kit, because he had his own special body armour and other accoutrements. Nobody else took his size. It had kept him out of Spetsnaz. Besides concerns that he was not hard enough, Semyon was just too damned big. They wanted inconspicuous men for Spetsnaz. "So, what you are thinking, Nichole?" Semyon asked idly. The man gave a look at some grenades, but the chastisement from Siouxsie flashed in his mind and he looked away with a stoic, sorrowful look.<br/><br/>He hefted a steel entrenching tool, and whirled it around casually, testing the feel and balance. "Is bullshit you are wearing scarf." The big man added, replacing that particular entrenching tool and selecting another. Apparently this one was more to his liking, as he held onto it. "They are be knowing you are foreign immediately if wearing full gear. No one is thinking you are tiny baby man."