Matt went through his equipment in his mind. He wasn't going to need everything this time. Just some basics. He jerked his boots and fingerless gloves on, along with a jacket and lower facemask, then opened the kit drawer. Knife, baton, lockpick kit, headset...that was probably enough. He shoved the drawer closed, tightened his belt and stretched, returning quickly to the main room.

"Small garage a few miles away, 4th and Westbrook. Chief says they've been getting a lot of tips on that place but the most recent 'inspection' a week ago was a dud. Rumors are still hot, though, so we're going to go stake it out and have a look around while we're at it." He grabbed the KSG shotgun from the rack and began loading one tube with rubber buckshot.

"Might not even have opposition. I'm travelling light. Gonna put the guns in a messenger bag and take my bike," he added, picking up his tactical leg holster with his sidearm and a spare mag. He filled the second tube with slugs (good for emergency exits) and tossed it, and the holstered sidearm, into a black shoulder bag and slinging it over his shoulder. His helmet was with the bike, both hidden in the alley on the other side of the apartment. He would take the emergency exit ladders to reach it. Matt tapped his pocket to make sure the keys were there and headed for the door.

"Lemme know when you're ready. And try to be discreet!" he called, opening the door and moving quickly towards the bike.