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moss colored one that Amina had modified. The other she immediately recognized as Grendal's black camo Mitsu unit he'd been using, and making adjustments to, for years. Sitting next to the two suits was a fairly large array of video monitors. “What's our physical sitch?”
Amina cleared her throat before answering. “We have loaded the two suits with as many weapons as we could weld or strap on. For today's fun, we've even included several human-sized assault rifles that we've modified to fit into the hands of the suits to maximize firepower potential. A few minutes after the dive begins I will take up a monitoring position with the large scoped rifle you see leaning against the wall next to my suit. If anyone is coming, I will see them before they see me.”
Regina looked at the rifle Amina was talking about. The damn thing was taller than her armored suit. “Excellent. What's our escape strategy?”
Grendal cleared his throat, purposefully louder than Amina. “If hell comes in the form of a ground assault, we've got a Caracara hovercraft standing by for a quick evac. She should be able to skim across the rooftops of the suburban paradise a half mile southeast of here, and let us escape under the radar. But if air superiority is brought down to rain on us, there are three four-passenger all-terrain all-wheel-drive road hogs sitting gassed and ready to roll. Two in the garage that exits out onto the rail and transit tunnels that this place used to use for deliveries. That's our primary. The secondary is the one sitting on top of a raised freight elevator that goes down into the sewers. The building plans don't show that this place is connected to the sewer system, so that makes it a great way to bug if our primaries fall through.”
“Escape options are always nice,” Regina replied.
“Plus, if our fortified friends do make it in, we can blow this place sky high,” Grendal said, crossing his arms confidently.
Regina nodded as she stepped on the platform ramp, and started looking at the rigs and Galatea sitting ready. “Death switches?” she asked, turning to Yosha and Artemis.
Artemis pulled out a switch similar to the one that Regina had used yesterday to destroy the insides of her own rig, and jiggled it reassuringly.
“Dive assignments?” asked Yosha.
Regina was a bit surprised that Artemis and Yosha hadn't already figured out at least a partial plan for that, but shrugged the thought away. “Alright, Yosha, you're on pharm duty. I wanna know what happened between Daniels and MPHarm. I doubt he targeted that company at random, and I want the info to prove it. If no luck in that department, start fabricating docs for whatever reason you feel makes the most sense, and get those 'leaked' to MPHarm, along with some info that Daniels had them targeted for data theft, and that he was willing to shell out fifteen million for that job, and send them a copy of CEL P7 and two other random schematics that I pulled last night to let them know you aren't bluffing.”
Yosha was a bit surprised by the assigned work, but raised an eyebrow and nodded approvingly. “And when I finish with that?”
Regina smiled, knowing that Yosha would, undoubtedly, finish that fairly quickly. “Then you do what you do best, H8. You start tearing apart his personal and campaign websites, cause some havoc on his personal media accounts, and get some attention drawn away from us.”
Yosha smiled.
“Artemis, I'd like you to follow the money trail. I want it all. I wanna know what he paid for sushi at Nobu's last week, and I want to know what he paid that Russian hooker he snorted cocaine with last night.”
Artemis snickered a bit. “Was he really doing those things?”
“Hell, I don't know,” Regina replied with a shrug of her shoulders. “Those are just a few things I'm assuming a pretentious asshole on a power trip would be doing with all his ill-gotten gains.
Amina cleared her throat before answering. “We have loaded the two suits with as many weapons as we could weld or strap on. For today's fun, we've even included several human-sized assault rifles that we've modified to fit into the hands of the suits to maximize firepower potential. A few minutes after the dive begins I will take up a monitoring position with the large scoped rifle you see leaning against the wall next to my suit. If anyone is coming, I will see them before they see me.”
Regina looked at the rifle Amina was talking about. The damn thing was taller than her armored suit. “Excellent. What's our escape strategy?”
Grendal cleared his throat, purposefully louder than Amina. “If hell comes in the form of a ground assault, we've got a Caracara hovercraft standing by for a quick evac. She should be able to skim across the rooftops of the suburban paradise a half mile southeast of here, and let us escape under the radar. But if air superiority is brought down to rain on us, there are three four-passenger all-terrain all-wheel-drive road hogs sitting gassed and ready to roll. Two in the garage that exits out onto the rail and transit tunnels that this place used to use for deliveries. That's our primary. The secondary is the one sitting on top of a raised freight elevator that goes down into the sewers. The building plans don't show that this place is connected to the sewer system, so that makes it a great way to bug if our primaries fall through.”
“Escape options are always nice,” Regina replied.
“Plus, if our fortified friends do make it in, we can blow this place sky high,” Grendal said, crossing his arms confidently.
Regina nodded as she stepped on the platform ramp, and started looking at the rigs and Galatea sitting ready. “Death switches?” she asked, turning to Yosha and Artemis.
Artemis pulled out a switch similar to the one that Regina had used yesterday to destroy the insides of her own rig, and jiggled it reassuringly.
“Dive assignments?” asked Yosha.
Regina was a bit surprised that Artemis and Yosha hadn't already figured out at least a partial plan for that, but shrugged the thought away. “Alright, Yosha, you're on pharm duty. I wanna know what happened between Daniels and MPHarm. I doubt he targeted that company at random, and I want the info to prove it. If no luck in that department, start fabricating docs for whatever reason you feel makes the most sense, and get those 'leaked' to MPHarm, along with some info that Daniels had them targeted for data theft, and that he was willing to shell out fifteen million for that job, and send them a copy of CEL P7 and two other random schematics that I pulled last night to let them know you aren't bluffing.”
Yosha was a bit surprised by the assigned work, but raised an eyebrow and nodded approvingly. “And when I finish with that?”
Regina smiled, knowing that Yosha would, undoubtedly, finish that fairly quickly. “Then you do what you do best, H8. You start tearing apart his personal and campaign websites, cause some havoc on his personal media accounts, and get some attention drawn away from us.”
Yosha smiled.
“Artemis, I'd like you to follow the money trail. I want it all. I wanna know what he paid for sushi at Nobu's last week, and I want to know what he paid that Russian hooker he snorted cocaine with last night.”
Artemis snickered a bit. “Was he really doing those things?”
“Hell, I don't know,” Regina replied with a shrug of her shoulders. “Those are just a few things I'm assuming a pretentious asshole on a power trip would be doing with all his ill-gotten gains.
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