Thomas smiled over at Abigale, "Trust me, it isn't that I think you guys can't handle it, I just wanted to take care of it. It does mean getting out of, your comfort zone and actually talking to people Abigail, and you'll have to get out of the workshop." He said tossing a pointed look at Jack. Having a Tinker on the team was beyond useful, the way tinker's could adapt to any situation and any opponent given the right amount of time to think up a tool or gadget, the value was incalculable, but actually dealing with one on the team? Kind of a pain sometimes. Getting Tinkers to get out and do things other than fight crime or work in their workshops was hard.
	"If I had to guess as to why the director wants us to go I would put my money on some combination of genuinely wanting to mess with any plan we come up with, a general distain for us as individuals, and a thirst for personal glory and recognition. At least that's what the empathic ability is telling me." Thomas smiled winking over at Abigale. "We leave at 0800, have a weeks worth of clothes, gear, an necessities ready on the roof of PRT HQ." He said to Sparrow.

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	"A couple of thugs getting a bit of a beat down a ways over. Nothing to worry about." Nathan said turning away from the hallway and bringing his focus back to the matter at hand. He took a couple of the pages from Diana and began spreading them out on the table. "Looks like there will be three vans, two decoys and the target. If our employers info is right we're going to want to take the contents of the van heading down Commons Way." He said indicating the highlighted route on what appeared to be a satellite map. "There will be PRT squads on call, so this'll have to be a quick job. The squads will just try to muck around with us until the heroes can get there, we can't afford to let that happen. Our boss still doesn't want us to enter combat with the Wards or the Protectorate, meaning the minute they show, we scram."
	Nathan pulled a pen out of his pocket and looked a the cross section of the map. "Die, I'm gonna want you here." He said indicating a small park. The park was on a three mile stretch of road, tall buildings on all sides. "Fill the area with fog, I'll clear out any civies with my birds, Iggy, you'll be center of the road, and you'll need to be ready to take a hit. Your job will be to stop the van, Proto you'll be set up on one of these rooftops here, ready to swoop in the moment the van is stopped. Take off the doors, and grab the safe, Iggy'll keep the driver and any guards in the van busy, I'll set my flock to grabbing any extra goodies. Once we have everything we make a fighting retreat to the park, meet back up with Die and she'll pop us back to the Incense room, and we will be much richer, happier people."
	He finished marking down the positions and movements of everybody in much the same way you would expect to see the marks on a football play sheet. "Questions, comments, concerns, general praise for my sheer brilliance?" He asked grinning jovially at his teammates.