Upon hearing the mission parameters, and being dismissed, mike got up and walked into his room. Reaching into his locker, he pulled out a bottle of aspirin, and multivitamins, taking two of each before swallowing them down with some sports drink.  

"that ought to keep my head together." he muttered, before killing off the rest of the drink. tossing the empty bottle into the recycling bin, he peeled of the dress uniform, and dressed in civilian clothes. trading the dark, itchy wool, for a pair of faded jeans, dark T-shirt, and battered combat boots. taking a moment, he walked over to is GEAR uniform, and removed the vest, wondering if it would fit under his jacket.
"hmm...maybe?" mike mused, as he slid it on, and looked in a mirror. "no dice" he grumbled as he put it back, and grabbed his old jacket. Originally forest green, the heavy triple stitched fire hose jacket, had faded to a muted olive, but still had comfortable heft to it. 

"well... you won't stop a bullet, but you might catch a blade" he said, smirking. "maybe the armory has something." mike mused, as he slid on his belt and holster rig, covering  it with the jacket. After strapping on his knives, and adjusting them into obscurity, he grabbed his field knife, and headed to gear up at the armory. Despite his sensitivity to the lights, his hangover was getting better, and his mood followed suit. walking into the armory, he waved at the quarter master and came up to the window.

"sir, got a unusual mission, and I need some concealable equipment, and armor to match" mike said handing his PADD with his mission orders as proof. 

"That's an odd one alright." the wolf nodded, motioning to a corporal. "get him kitted up, make sure he'll come back."  the corporal nodded, and started to pick out and stack equipment. 

a few minutes before deployment, mike arrived, itching at his collarbone. the corporal did good, the body armor was light, but strong, and only mildly irritating. the only thing that seamed abnormal, was the barely noticeable band around his throat, a clear wire going around his ear, and a satchel bag. being that a GEAR helmet might be a bit obvious, he decided to opt for a throat mike, earwig and radio. other new additions came in his satchel, such as water, small med kit, food, field knife, and most importantly, a loan from the armory. 
checking his pistol, mags, and knives, making sure they were secured before he looked at the others. 

"who's ready to go be ground pounders for a change?" he asked with a smirk.