It was good that he wasn't leading, but he had to figure out some way to technologically boost his stealth capabilities, or he was going to get sniped some day. It seemed the greater the need for quiet, the more loud he got, despite his best efforts to the contrary.<br/><br/>He had plugged two guards with one shot, one guard had a broken arm and collarbone, the other a cracked vertebrae or just a REALLY bad bruise judging by his pain, but none of them died. Done securing all three guards, he figured they had two guards up one floor, and on the bridge was the Cat-Man, likely laughing hysterically if he wasn't chasing imaginary butterflies. He frowned, considering the next floor, before sealing one of the two doors leading up, and then heading down and around to secure the turret while the others headed up to deal with the two remaining guards. Jackie and Wilding could peg them easily, even with the ship's crew in the room, and Elizabeth supporting them would ensure any surprises got dealt with efficiently and with minimal casualties.<br/><br/>Once the turret was back in its shoe box sized carrying case, and stored in the backpack, he headed back up, intent on finding out how the fight had gone.