Carson stood in front of the mirror, he peeled off his casual clothing then walked over to his closet. As he popped the door open he scanned the inside, his eyes looking for the perfect attire. His hand went forward and pulled out a coat hanger containing a very suitable outfit. He slowly put on each article of clothing, the weapons he would bring with him nearby. He slid the black trousers on first, putting a simple switchblade into his pocket. Then he carefully put on an ultralight kevlar vest along gun holsters which he put on, then tucked a semi automatic pistol into each holster. Finally came his dark red dress shirt which he slid into, adjusting the collar and buttoning all but the top button.

As he started out the room he paused, looking in the mirror. He quickly rolled up his sleeves and grasped the folded FMG9 which he promptly tucked into his right pant leg. He had done a mission like this before, appearance was half of it. The other half, in case it went to shit, relied on how many guns you had on you. They had plenty, along with enough ammunition to take out every enemy in the club in case it came to that, which he hoped it wouldn't. [i]Everything would go nice and smoothly, won't even need to kill anyone.[/i], he reassured himself as he went into the elevator, pressing the button to ground floor.

He got several odd looks from the veteran members around the facility as he exited the building. To them he must have looked ridiculous, all he needed was the makeup and he would fit perfectly in a goth social circle back in school, well, an oddly in shape, military looking goth, but still one at that. He was happy he'd have to avoid the makeup, he looked convincing enough. He reached the vehicle, the standard SUV with some heavy weapons hidden in the back. A couple shotguns, assault rifles and lots of ammo. Hopefully they wouldn't have to use any of that. Carson stood by the driver's side door as he waited for the rest of the group to emerge, leaning on the vehicle.