Pregame preparation.
The dossier outlining their duties for the mission lay strewn across his desk as though thrown down. For in fact it had been. Of all the things they could go after with their first mission, Wolvinator sends them all after slavers. To say he was disappointed would be an understatement. Hands scrub at his face in irritation before rising moving to a black curio cabinet and pulling open the double doors.
"Sex slaves, at least there'll be some TnA to make it fun." laughing at the imagery of beating people to death amid a sea of mass nudity he pulled down several vials and jars, a pearl necklace, and then a strange belt with an odd buckle featuring an open compartment.
Pulling out the top drawer that ran across the entire front of the cabinet. Inside was lined in blue velvet showing several impressions that housed a variety of ass-kickery. His hand passed over a small browning .9mm, while multi-functional it's range was limited and the caliber didn't have any form of stopping power what-so-ever. He'd see a man get shot in the head by a 9mm, keep running, vault a wall and make it thirty yards before falling over dead when his body caught up with the brain. This is why he preferred all calibers above .45. Things that get shot with that, which can die, know they've been hit. The gun was bypassed for a set of serrated throwing knives shaped to fit snugly within the belt buckle. Each one had an odd multi-colored hue along the edge, his fingers picking them up carefully so as not to touch that color pattern. He didn't need to have an hallucinogenic episode.
Next to these lay an odd bracelet that looked like linked acupuncture needles, each needle no more than an inch long. Taking it up, Sylus wrapped the band around his left wrist, setting the leather cover on the outside to make it look like a beaded wrist-band.
They'd disputed over how to best go about handling the syndicate, but ultimately agreed something between infiltration and shock-warfare was the best course. He and two others would go inside to case the establishment while the other stayed outside with the welcome to the neighborhood gift basket.
Picking up a polished marble, Sylus turned his thoughts into it, reaching down that connection to the Psionicist it linked to. He'd need a special package since this was both Leuni's first mission as his student, and her first mission as part of a trained team. They still had a heap of ground to go over.
The dossier outlining their duties for the mission lay strewn across his desk as though thrown down. For in fact it had been. Of all the things they could go after with their first mission, Wolvinator sends them all after slavers. To say he was disappointed would be an understatement. Hands scrub at his face in irritation before rising moving to a black curio cabinet and pulling open the double doors.
"Sex slaves, at least there'll be some TnA to make it fun." laughing at the imagery of beating people to death amid a sea of mass nudity he pulled down several vials and jars, a pearl necklace, and then a strange belt with an odd buckle featuring an open compartment.
Pulling out the top drawer that ran across the entire front of the cabinet. Inside was lined in blue velvet showing several impressions that housed a variety of ass-kickery. His hand passed over a small browning .9mm, while multi-functional it's range was limited and the caliber didn't have any form of stopping power what-so-ever. He'd see a man get shot in the head by a 9mm, keep running, vault a wall and make it thirty yards before falling over dead when his body caught up with the brain. This is why he preferred all calibers above .45. Things that get shot with that, which can die, know they've been hit. The gun was bypassed for a set of serrated throwing knives shaped to fit snugly within the belt buckle. Each one had an odd multi-colored hue along the edge, his fingers picking them up carefully so as not to touch that color pattern. He didn't need to have an hallucinogenic episode.
Next to these lay an odd bracelet that looked like linked acupuncture needles, each needle no more than an inch long. Taking it up, Sylus wrapped the band around his left wrist, setting the leather cover on the outside to make it look like a beaded wrist-band.
They'd disputed over how to best go about handling the syndicate, but ultimately agreed something between infiltration and shock-warfare was the best course. He and two others would go inside to case the establishment while the other stayed outside with the welcome to the neighborhood gift basket.
Picking up a polished marble, Sylus turned his thoughts into it, reaching down that connection to the Psionicist it linked to. He'd need a special package since this was both Leuni's first mission as his student, and her first mission as part of a trained team. They still had a heap of ground to go over.