With a gentle shift of motion to standstill that caused an ever so slight feel of vertigo, Gardosii had realized they had touched down. Nate entered the holding bay, and notified them that this was where he and Doc got off. Gardosii preferred to work alone, but voiced no objection, instead nodding at his words. "Fair enough. Fly safely, and good hunting to the rest of you. Be sure to have some good stories for when we return, brothers." Doc exited first, dropping a fair distance to the ground, before Gardosii leaped out, landing with a powerful thud on the empty street. He let his body recover from the shock for a fraction of a second, before standing to his full height, and turned his head to see the ship fly off towards the roof of the casino, waving as they left. 

He turned to Doc, and walked up to him, looking down at him and turning his head to one side, as Hissho eyes are situated more to the side of the head. "Come, Doc, let us get into position. If I know Jason well, he will have something planned to distract the guards at the entrance to the maintenance and loading bays. We may get one shot at this. Besides, we had better get a head start if we want to get our body counts higher than the others..." Gardosii chuckled, and patted Doc on the shoulder, before walking past him and leading the way. 

As they walked, Gardosii kept scanning for snipers on the adjacent rooftops, and waited in an alley, just outside the main loading entrance. From the map displayed during the briefing, the private valet garages were not far from their, and would be an easy run. Gardosii pressed a button on the side of his helmet, and opened the face plate, and leaned against a wall, lighting a Fuy'pshia, a rare Hissho tobacco cigarette, and offered one to Doc. Gardosii took one drag, and inspected the guards across the street at the booths near the entrance. breathing a slightly earthy smelling smoke out his nostrils into the warm night. "Now, we wait, brother. It is far easier to catch wounded and scared prey after all, yes?"