Kira ran the details back to herself: OCU supersoldier gone rogue, then gone rogue on his going rogue, now equipped with data for constructing some kind of cutting-edge wanzers with the information for making other supersoldiers like himself. Data was no problem on its own; Durai might have enhanced intelligence, but that didn't make him capable of speeding up time. Of course, they hadn't said yet how much he'd had already... "You said you'd only made the connection between these thefts a few days ago. How long has it been since they happened? Has he had the time to build anythin' with the information or is it just bad data he migh' sell to other unpleasant folk?"<br/><br/>Ultimately it didn't matter. It wasn't as though their mission was going to change depending on whether Durai was surrounded by state of the art technology manned by the best soldiers on earth or if he was huddled inside a fortress made of cardboard boxes. Still, it's nice to know whether you're jumping in the deep end or the<em>bottomless</em>end of the pool before your feet leave the ground.<br/><br/>"Oh, and while I'm thinkin' about it, if you're in charge of shootin' infighters, who takes care of shootin' you for shootin' us? Terrible cycle of violence, thet is. Durai won't have to lift a finger." She said it with a smile, albeit a thin one. Hard to even attempt keeping chipper in that atmosphere.