"That GMG might be useful for their vehicles, but watch for collaterals. Area looks mostly clear of civies, but remember, we minimize it and avoid the shitty blowblack we've already expected for this. Still, click and shoot. Should work though." Martin said, looking over at the general overview of the feeds, as he then watched the drone in the sky, the one that Drevan had "borrowed" for observation. Martin couldn't help but feel charmed that his team were good at creating solutions to problems. They needed an eye in the sky, and Martin wanted a drone from MI5, to do their work for them. Instead, he had been refused, as it was too risky in an airspace like this. So instead, now, Drevan had done this. Here he was thinking that he'd engineered a different solution, but in reality, this was the one that would work, this was the one that was giving them the views. The UGV was a good piece of equipment to use, but again, was a failsafe. Martin didn't like losing agents after all, and Sierra had only ever lost a few. A few good men and women, who were cremated, their bodies buried at sea if they were recovered at all. And he knew that it was all based on getting the right timing and the right methods that meant that people didn't fuck up. From Drevan's questionable hacking, to Cassie's unorthodoxy, George's suave methods and Thom's role in the background as a connecting thread, you could tell that while they all had different ways of getting the job done, they were unbeatable. Oh, and him. Controlling that circus like the brave magician he was. He knew exactly how it ran from the lower levels, so he had no qualms in calling the shots to make the calls he was making now. There would be bodies
"Affirmative, Liberty." Martin simply said into his headset, as he took another sip, watching Liberty's feed. 

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Hassam looked at Lancaster, or Qadir, taking a small sip, as he nodded, Thom looking across. Very soon, things would be getting real. The radio buzzed, as he heard Liberty place herself in position, and could tell, that when she came in, it was going to get very dangerous indeed. Hassam drank down a little more, as Thom took another strong puff, before putting it back.
"This hashish is not bad at all. I'll need to take some with me. [b]Allahu Akbar[/b] (God is great) for your presence, Mohammed. I do wish I could make a better introduction." Thom simply said in Arabic, as he adjusted the position of his watch. Hassam looked at Thom particularly, words forming in his throat but not coming out, as Thom moved his wrist up an inch further, Sadiq looking at Hassam in particular worry. Then, Thom pushed his finger into the watch's adjusting dial, and the miniture pressurized compartment, and the cyanide dart inside flew out of the watch.

The tiny dart was perhaps half the size of a toothpick, and it flew through the air with a vigorous force, landing into Sadiq's neck. It flew through his Carotid Artery, and the tipped dart left enough poison in his bloodstream, pumped to his heart to shut it down within mere seconds. The handful of men in the room looked around and yelled loudly in Arabic, as Thom watched the carnage now unveil from Liberty's unorthodox methods- throwing himself flat on the floor in front with his hands pushed forward, head down so as to not get shot or murdered. Hassam was already out for the count, and on the floor too, unconscious but more passed out than a sleeping drunkard. 

(Short post is short. May the defecation hit the ventilation, people.)