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"Sure, I can take a shotgun easily enough", Chuck tells Ethan. Grabbing one of the weapons, he starts feeding rounds into the under-barrel magazine.

Aubrey hops back into the van but keeps his pistol on his hip. "Well, let's get to our home away from home and get unpacked."

Chuck pipes up after a bit of thought. "I'll take Low-Lite and Thermal on top of the Anti-Dazzle. That should cover my bases.

If we can count on your boys to lase the windows as we run through the building so we know what's going on in each then we'll be good to go. If not, then some digital stethoscopes couldn't hurt."

"Can't help but agree, myself", Chuck adds while hefting his own weapons. "The weight's all funky now." He chuckles at some inner joke as he starts setting up his equipment. "Thank goodness I'm a highly trained and motivated individual."

"Yeah, having an AV-8 screaming acrossed the countryside with red and whites flashing to pick up someone in the middle of the boonies won't bring attention to anything we shouldn't have been doing", Aubrey adds in. "Our best and only insurance out here is not doing anything stupid."

"Just one thing", Aubrey add after everyone else finishes. "On the flight in we ran into a russian or eastern european gentleman. He has two sov-block cybereyes that glow red. I'd like any info you can get on him, sir."

Aubrey locks eyes with the bodyguard and flicks his eyes at the others and gives a confused shrug with a slight, disappointed shake of his head and rolls his eyes. "He was last seen heading towards the U-train that comes off the airport terminal here."

Aubrey lowers his voice to a near whisper so that only the people nearest him can hear. "I think I got something up on the roof of the warehouse behind the van" he says with a flick of his eyes to give direction. He will then look bored but look out of the corner of his eyes intently at the spot for any signs of movement or shimmer.

Awareness check, please: <Base 15 before die roll, including CS>

LOL! I never rolled this good before...Two tens and a 1. Total 36. Of course, your table's gonna give me the shaft now...

Aubrey climbs out and takes a look around him, checking for the best spots for a good man with a rifle out of reflex. He scans the beams overhead and any dark corners extra well to be sure that there aren't any uninvited guests.

He turns, presses his thumbs to the thumbprint scanners and opens up his gun case to show a holstered matte-black .44 revolver with a 7 1/2" barrel and a small reflex sight just in front of the hammer. He pulls out a few belt loops worth of 1 1/2" braided belt and hangs it off his right hip.

The rest of the case on this side is taken up by ten automatic rifle magazines, five speed loaders of which Aubrey pockets two, and the one meter long camouflaged bullpup weapon that the magazines would be going to. 80cm of the weapon is barrel with a forward handgrip, folding bipod attached to a locking rail underneath while the back 30cm are predominantly mottled green-brown plastic with ergonomic cheek/shoulder pads, handgrip and a magazine well. A hooded, matte-black cylindrical sight tops the weapon off menacingly.

Aubrey closes the case over the rifle with a snap of the locks and smiles at Patrizia. "Well, I think you get the gist of what I'm here for..."

Aubrey looks over his shoulder and gives a defeated sigh as if he was so close to ditching Garth. "Yeah, he's with us..." he all but mumbles before he shoots Les a wink in the rear-view.

Aubery climbs in the back seat of the van and holds his gun case vertical between his legs. "I think we should hit up the meeting. Hate to give a poor first impression."

"Let's get this thing done", Chuck adds amicably.

Aubrey's face is carefully impassive as he follows along with the group. 20 years of hard-learned experience when dealing with protesters coming to the fore.

Aubrey scopes the sign from a ways back and heads straight for it. Why play footsie when we can just get started?

Aubrey grabs his gear and steps outside into the rain. He nods his fairwell to Red Eye as he heads off, "Take 'er easy."

He follows the rest of the group into the terminal, listening to the teeny-bopper grumbling the whole while. He starts to open his mouth for an apology but then he just shakes his head and sighs. It's not like they had Op Sec drilled into them over 20 years, but that was ridiculous. Shifting his rifle a bit for more comfort, he steps inside the newly built terminal.

"Last I checked, ninjas wear black pajamas not day-glo pink hair", Aubrey growls from his spot on the bench at the teeny-bopper. He never even looks up as he sneers derisively, "I wouldn't worry about these three doing anything but tripping over their proverbial dicks, Red Eye. Probably all heading out to see where Uncle Fred works, or something. Besides, we all know how youngsters will brag about almost anything to make themselves seem hot shit to people they just met."

"Yeah, it's your sidearm" Chuck jibes playfully. "Well, I say we go to it. All that I ask is that we have full visual mapping in our smartgogs and good comms with your guys, Grange."

Aubrey shoves his bags underneath the net benches and pulls out a bungie cord to loop through their handles before looping it through the netting. Sitting on top of the cord, he leans his head back against the bulkhead and promptly lets the rotors vibrate him to sleep.

Aubrey nods in agreement with heading to the gate. Standing up, he says "I'll be there in just a second. I need to grab my gear from my rig outside." He walks outside and down the stairs to the right to get to his truck parked in long-term parking.

He unlocks the stainless steel box mounted behind the cab in the truckbed and pulls out a faded olive-drab seaman's bag, his camoflauged rucksack and a matte- black steel rifle case. Hefting his kit with practiced ease he heads back through the terminal towards his gate. He flashes his pass at the gatesmen and asks, "You need me the check this in?" as he offers the rifle case to one of the men.

"And what's the situation of powerlines and other obstacles in the vicinity?" Chuck adds.

Aubrey glances towards the woman and teenage girl who stick out from the locals and typical tourists like tits on a bull. When the burly looking guy walks up and starts shaking hands he knows for sure. Way too alert and not gawking at the gift shops, he thinks. He finishes his burger and washes the last bite down with a long pull from his ice water before clearing his throat loudly. When they look his way he motions them over to his table.

Standing up, he holds out his hand to shake hands with each in turn. "Afternoon, Ladies. Sir. The name is Aubrey. You hungry?" as he motions to the chairs at his table.

Aubry sits at the burger joint snacking on a soy-burger and fries. He quietly scans the crowd for any hints as to the make-up of his compatriots with his blue eyes. Sitting back, he shoots the cuff of his twill outdoorsman's jacket to check his stainless SOCOM watch on his left wrist. 12:55, and all's well...

"Well, if we're going in blind and are expected to bring as many as possible back then we have a problem unless you have access to some fairly specialized gear for us." He pulls out his PDA phone and starts scribbling down notes. "I can scribble down a list of what we'll need to clear the 'brothel of despair' with some input from my compatriates here in about five minutes. Any chances of some blueprints of the place so we don't trip on our dicks in there?"

Chuck thinks over the reply for a second with his eyes closed and turns to the others. "How do you guys want this done? You want to try and save the 'occupants' or should we just charge in with the full-tilt rape, pillage, burn? It's your calls as much as mine."

Chuck flicks his brown eyes over the others as he listens to the briefing. Great, more wet work. He listens intently to Grange as he starts rolling his pen between his fingers while the tactical numbers start filtering through his consciousness. The big comment and question comes out of his mouth right as Grange finishes, "With this short a timeframe there will be dead 'occupants'. Are you ready to accept and deal with this eventuality?"