"So, you're expecting a hitch, huh?" he said deadpan as he checked first one, then the other of his Ingrams as well as the spare magazines. He had foregone the trenchcoat in favore of an urban camo outfit that would let him blend into the scenery better. "Everyone keep in constant contact and if you find trouble, hunker down and wait for us to come and get you."<br/><br/>He ran a quick inventory of his equipment... twin ingrams, predator, two ceramic knives, patches, holdout, toilot paper, spare ammo, chewing gum, scored Snapple jar of bad Kraft Salad dressing... everything there. "Ready to go."