[h2]Alessa Heather: PRT Headquarters[/h2]
...well, Decoy was right. They had time to kill, for sure. Probably not as much as Alessa would like, but certainly enough to do everything Decoy had suggested - ironing out the kinks in the plan if possible; practicing using the holodisks in a tactical manner, including sliding them around as appropriate; Margrave of course preparing his own equipment as necessary; and examining the details of the warehouse’s layout to figure out, for example, secretive routes into the place that Lily could exploit. And a full squadron of PRT troopers to accompany them to boot… Messiah had never been in charge of actual soldiers before. The thought was enticing, if only because it’d give her the opportunity to fulfil her mission that much more effectively.

‘No questions on my end, Decoy,’ Alessa confirmed, before glancing over at Lillian again. ’I’ll come with you, Lily. We can all talk tactics [i]whilst[/i] we train, I think, and- well, I should make sure everybody examines the warehouse’s layout anyway,’ she uttered, raising her voice just enough to grab everyone’s attention, ‘but to be clear, I don’t think anyone would appreciate getting lost in there in a pinch, so please get it memorised, just in case something happens to our electronics. Worst case, we can regroup near the front entrance if we all recall where it is. Okay, guys?’ she concluded, a mild grin spreading on to her face. Oh, was she hyped to get this show on the road.

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[h2]Raymond Haywood: Trainyard[/h2]
And that was what the layman called “good timing”. Both guards went down almost simultaneously, and shortly after that, they had both been tied up by Heartless and Thunderbolt, Raymond lowering his weapon and joining them as they did so. Much as he considered his earlier question to be foolish, he had to admit that the shadow-walker was quite skilled indeed, and returned his thumbs-up just before he began scouting atop the roof of the building.

In the meantime, Thunderbird had made sure - not too quietly, it was worth noting - that those guards wouldn’t be getting out of their container any time soon. He offered to toss Sofia up to the roof, only to be granted a counter-offer of having her ride on his back, ignoring whatever he told her to. And that had its merits, certainly… he had been about to point out her mass being an issue, before recalling that Thunderbolt’s abilities made that matter entirely irrelevant. What a coincidence, and what a way to make a fool of himself if he hadn’t remembered the major powers of one of his team members. In that case…

‘Worst case scenario, you can throw her at a crowd, and she can ignore them into the floor or something,’ he joked, morbidly and with very little humour. ‘Otherwise, I suggest you two take the front entrance; Chatterbox and I can enter through the back; and Heartless can sneak in from up top if his scouting goes well.’ Looking to Chatterbox and jerking his head toward the warehouse, he began to trudge to the right of the building and round the back, keeping the morph gun in its FN P90 form for the time being. This was perhaps the most likely case for its use: close-quarters fighting, but of the sort that required rapid firepower, not focused shots from a high-power handcannon. And with his designated partner apparently bearing close-range and mid-range weapons of his own to boot, they’d be quite set up in the likely event that they were attacked within the place.