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Pietro wasn't a stranger to undercover guerrila tactics as anyone who knew him in the slightest could attest too.  However usually his involved the kind of violence that wouldn't fly with anyone in the X-Men.  So Pietro for the most part kept quiet when Cyclops went over the plan.  Occasionally stepping in surprisingly professionally with insight about how security would normally be stationed in such a situation and where were going to be key hitting points.  All things he learned in his work.  Cyclops never gave Pietro any lip for speaking up, instead paying attention and working his plan like a masterpiece around new information and thoughts.  Pietro as much as he couldn't stand Cyclops' tendencies to be a stick in the ass.  He respected the guy for his strategy and planning.  Strangely, Pietro was reminded of his 'father' Erik in that way.  

As the group went inside Pietro kept with the group, only speeding off to get a quick glimpse ahead or into any small areas for Firestar or Nightcrawler's possible holding spots.  He kept his composure as they would be staring down the barrel of security at points, though he couldn't resist throwing an occasional single finger salute to them to show how he believed authority such as them were number one in his mind.  Even knowing it would get him a glare from Cyclops every time he did it.

As the group hit the area Pietro glanced over at Spider-Man and his quip about having telepathy done to your brain.  “Don't worry, you never will...”  Pietro muttered back with a bit of a smirk.  He got the instructions from Cyclops, waiting a moment and taking his time to really take in the guards and their equipment.  Where the rifle was, how it was being held, if they had a pistol and where it was usually holstered, left or right hip.  Any grenades the guards were carrying and what they were (yes Pietro could tell by looking at them).  Finally Pietro drew up his line of attack in his head.  When he was in these types of moments he always found having a moment to make sure he knew what to do was vital.  Once he started running the window of opportunity was brief even for his running speeds.  So he had to know exactly the route and movement he needed to do first and foremost before he went in.

Finally Pietro leapt down from the hiding spot, his legs quickly moving leaving him off in a dash the moment a foot touched the ground.  Then in a blur Pietro went into his routine.  Yanking away assault rifles, pulling out and getting pistols, and pulling on smoke grenades to create more chaos for the others to take advantage of.  Finally getting to the end where he had a large handful of weapons in his hands.  Dropping all of it except for one assault rifle he fired up into the air of.  “Alright boys and girls get off your asses already!”