Drevan smiled for abit longer. Then leans back in, adjusting the  gain on the feed he's getting from Liberty. He hrmed then brought the feed from the UAV up on an adajacent monitor, with some keystrokes he had the two feeds synqed up and an overlay of which way Liberty is looking along with where the feeds and signal triangulation told him where Hassam is. He nodded," Okay Liberty, turn to your right, down that aisle there, looking out down it, he's about, 27 meters in front of you." He called up a general layout of the bazaar the usual way it's set up on a usual day. He checked all three like a manic meerkat for a few moments, "That's him right there, passing the carpet vendor at you one o' clock. That's our boy. Let him walk...it's Lancaster and Cavalier's game once he's in that bar." He pushed himself over to another console. This one had a portable joystick rig, with a lap mount and a simplifed throttle and turret rig.

A biggest, most shit-eatting, evil grin crossed the hackers face, "Something creative huh? I could do this...or...well hmmm." He set the control rig nearby, "I can set something up quite nicely. Unless you want something subtle." He reached for one of the drinks, saluting Martin with it, "Salud." He took a quick little bolt of the drink then set it down away from the rig. He checked the UAV, watching the approaches to the hashish bar closely, just in case some lookie-loos or some of Hassam's cronies showed up. He pulled the control rig up, and initiated the start up sequence on the UGV. The big steel container the tracked UGV is hidden in shudders, as the UGV grinds to life. Weapons systems cue up, the pair of linked L86 LMGs showing full belted clips, modified to fire from belt rather then a magazine. The Striker GMG full loading, and guidance systems coming up. He smiled, and waited, not wanting to jump the gun too soon. Even though it felt incredible to have that kind of power in his lap.