Howard and Domenico made their way into a small warehouse where Dom's equipment had been put. Dom pulled the tarp off the boxes and bags, nodding. He ran his hands over the length of the M242 Bushmaster. The Italian smiled, "It's been awhile since I've had to lift this thing. But, I think we'll be just fine. Throw us both into the shit. That's where the good stuff happens." He began to unpack things. Howard coming in to assist. Soon they had several heavy folding tables set up the armor on one, the saw-toothed grin on the helmet gleaming. The scaled arm armor solid looking. Domenico smiled, "This is my weapon...as the saying goes..." He looked over the Bushmaster carefully smiling brightly, "All in working order. Be ready to go as soon as we get our first job as a team." Howard looked everything over in astonishment, "How the hell did you get your hands on all of this again Dom? All of this is cutting edge military. Where do you get the ammo for that Bushmaster?"

Dom just smiled, "You can do alot when you know someone who knows someone. If you want my secret, I'll tell you here and now. There's an American quartermaster in the US army that owes me several favors. He puts aside bits and pieces of ammo shipments. And I keep his...indiscretions from becoming public. Or well the Mafia does anyway.: Dom begins to suit up carefully. Not sure why but he just feels the need to do so.

As he's doing that with Howard's help Antoine walks in, and for a moment just watches as the big Italian slowly gets his heavily armored suit into place. Quickly that shark-like visage began to take form. The last thing to go on is Domenico's sawtooth grin etched helmet. The sides sliding back to reveal his face. He quicks an eyebrow at Antoine, "Hey there pretty. What's the word?" Howard bristled just abit at someone else talking to Antoine like that, but couldn't bring himself to say anything. Antoine smiled, "There's a job for us. Howard, go gear up with as much Anti-Personnel stuff you can carry. And take a lighter rifle. We'll be on top of a peak, so long distance fire won't be something we'll need." Howard hrmed, "I've been retooling a M14 EBR for abit. It ought to do for closer fighting. I'll go break that out of storage. Grab some mags and a 4x scope. A PDW and a heavy pistol ought to help too, along with my bow. I wager I'm going to be back up and support this time so I will likely be staying with a escape vehicle?" Antoine smiles, "It's okay Howie, we still love you." Howard growled a little. Domenico smiled, "Howie? I like it. I wager I'm going to be the bait? I'll load in HEI-T rounds while we're inbound then." He grabbed his weaponry, slotting everything into place, then with a strange ease, picked up a large box of 25mm ammo and swung it over his shoulder.

Howard grunted, rather impressed then raced by Antoine, rushing off to go gear up, better to be ready early then late. Antoine smiled and raced after him, smacking him on the rear as she passed him. This caused the Mohican to falter in his step, growling then and giving chase. Domenico just chuckled loudly. Striding out and towards the main building purposefully.