Kyuzo didn’t speak to anyone on the ride in and had his eyes closed most of the drive.  He traveled light on this run, opting some run down jacket over his kevmesh shirt and cargo pants.   His loadout was light, consisting of his Predator, 5 shot Luger, his sheathed trenchknife, and the shock knuckles.  Nothing too large and each with its own purpose.  

Truth be told, riding around with both Traction and Kath would have been somewhat intimidating and he would have just tried to focus on not focusing on them, which would have led him to do just what he was trying not to.  But as things were now, he was focused on the run and going over some things in his head.  Layouts, possible scenarios and bluffs, and other things he had gotten from Ilrek that may come in to play.  As they hopped out of the vehicle, Kyuzo looked around and took him the scene.  He looked for anything that caught his attention and listened so he could get a feel at a street level.  There wasn’t much going on, but that wasn’t really a good thing because it meant that anything they did, they now stood out.

Kyuzo decided to get into character immediately, yawning heavily and scratching his head as the group formed up.  Tonight, Kyuzo was Marek, some ork muscle hired to escort the two Corps logistic crew into the docks and make sure their cargo was secured.  He didn’t think of, ask, or care what corps because well, an ork wouldn’t.  Most orks would escort damn near anyone anywhere as long as the price was right.  He sucked his lips up towards his nose which gave him a slightly dumb look, as if his cheeks were drooping slightly.  

He took a look at the other two, waiting for them to both give him some form of sign or nod to continue while he looked around with a bored expression on his face.