Zmeis snorted, and toasted with the rest of them. Downing his glass, he brought it down with an audible [i]clap![/i], claiming their attention. [color=salmon]"Me and my hovercraft can create a diversion- no one outside of very high military operations use such a thing. If I come in, and one of you dressed up right is escorted by another of us more obviously one of us, then we could draw the Kill Team after us, letting them think we have already located and evacuated this young'un."[/color]

He slid out of the booth, and waved for another drink from the bartender. Taking the bottle from the man as he went to refill his glass, he slapped a rough payment into his hand, and started drinking from the bottle. About three shots' worth, he came up for air, and glanced at the other Immortals. [color=salmon]"What? I think better under pressure when I'm half drunk. And my system's super resistant anyhow. Whaddayall think of my idea?"[/color]

As he took another swig, Monsoon started speaking from his speaker. [color=burlywood]"[i]It would be advisable to create something physical, rather than virtual. The Kill Team is experienced, but will not be able to verify the legitimacy of sudden actions, and will be forced to move in pursuit.[/i]"[/color]