Six hours later, Elisabeth was sitting in the back of Izumo, having gotten into the room by mentioning a certain cat-girl's name.  Easy enough, and she sat there with her 5-7, Elan, and Silenced Walther.  No chances, just in case; even wore some under-armor.  She was sitting there, the 5-7 set on the table she was sitting next to in a chair, legs crossed and eyes on the door, watching and waiting.  She was late, she realized with a frown; least she could do was be on time-<br/><br/>The door opened faster than she was expecting, and she had her hand on the gun by the time she realized that it was her fluffy-tailed lust-kitten, not some Lonestar cop or a hitman of some sort.  Got to work quick though, so Miko slid her gun into the concealed holster in her long coat, and looked over the woman's shoulder at the maps and everything (partly because she was able to brush against her sexy tail from there).  As the barely-legal girl rattled off so much data after data... Miko was... adequately impressed.  Standard numbers, raid plans, raid numbers... security systems, camera angles, floor plans... hell, even had armory stockpiles, personal arms... and how often they used the bathroom?<br/><br/>"That... is quite impressive." she admitted, this time in fluent Okinawan-dialect Japanese "Definitely doing this in two days then; less eyes, less likely to be spotted, less likely to kick our asses if the shit hits the fan.  You are the one needing to get inside, since you know how to do this better than I, and I could get in easily... hm... any access from the roof, and is it alarmed? We could come in from the roof if I levitate us up there, or perhaps we can cause another distraction and get in that way... I don't know your talents, so what would you try here since your specialty is most important here?  Pretend I'm here to support you in this venture..."