Reconnaissance, eh? And going so far as to break to one's house. He quickly glanced at the address, but it was one of those German street names names that he couldn't remember twenty minutes afterwards, he knew. This wasn't exactly what Nestori had in mind as he had taken this job, but as the stainless steel lock picks were put on the table, there was a slight smirk on his face. 

He looked at the equipment put on the table. It was at that moment that he understood completely the nature of the mission he had agreed to take a part upon: Most probably they wouldn't be able to make it look like an accident. Or throwing them in the alley and pointing gun to their face and saying 'we know what you did, you son of a-', but instead creating an opportunity and killing him when it was best suited for. The two knives interested him the most. They weren't Puukko or Mora quality he had used to, but the one with fixed blade would suffice quite well in his hands. The revolver looked fine in his eyes, too, but they were loud for mission like this.

"I think our part is quite clear, Konstantin. Waiting until house's empty and then I'll pick that door for us, no problem." Nestori made half a smirk. He had learned the art of picking locks while still training in military. Roommate had showed the room an easy way of how it was done, though there were four of them to try it out. He had once picked himself into a house while looking for a shelter during the scouting missions taking days, and after war he had tried and showed the trick to few of his neighborhoods. Though back then his lockpick had been iron and tension wrench too. They did gain some rust in time, but luckily he knew people that were able to handle metal.

He examined the lockpicks. He found a typical wrench, but it took time to finally find the snake-shaped pick he preferred. He fingered the pick for a while, looking at the lot.