[h2]Alessa Heather: PRT Headquarters --> Trainyard[/h2]
Alessa nodded to Lieutenant Reynolds as he concluded his speech, calm as she’d ever be, her eyes already lit up to make her face nigh-invisible. Yes, this was what she was here to do: fight those who would hurt others, arrest some complicit people, and end whatever crime was being wrought in the warehouse just up ahead. They didn’t even have to seize the crates themselves, merely deal with the forces manifested there and call in CSI to handle it. Which, in hindsight, was exactly right, since the Wards weren’t exactly specialists in the matter.

From the sound of things, everyone remembered what they needed to do at the moment. Lillian had asked about ways to get up to the roof, or into some air vents or anything, which… well, Alessa couldn’t ask anyone to perfectly remember every facet of a complicated blueprint, but even so, this was something quite important. She didn’t want this to go like their last mission, after all… poor Collin.

‘Alright, Lily, I’ll show you,’ she murmured helpfully, bringing up her version of the holographic schematics and pointing as she spoke, keeping her tone level and informative. ‘There’s ladders up to the roof on each side of the building, near the front on our left from the direction we approach would be the closest; and I believe the ventilation system is accessible from the outside… from the roof, there, but also from here, on the right hand side of the building. It’s a slightly longer walk, if that matters, but as long as you don’t bash against the sides and alert anyone inside, you should be able to get to pretty much any location fairly easily.’

Once her directions were clear, she leant back in her seat and thought for a moment. She’d asked the other Wards if they remembered their part of the plan many times over, just to be sure rather than to instill doubt. She was sure they did remember, because they weren’t incompetent by any means. Nonetheless, they weren’t precisely soldiers either… nor, naturally, was she, but that was to some extent precluded by her potentially ultra-deadly energy redirection, with the next most dangerous Ward in terms of raw power being Tulpa, especially after Epsilon’s upgrade.

‘I think for now, I will also assign a soldier each to some of the Wards here,’ she eventually decided with a nod to herself. ‘If you think it’s tactically sound, of course, Lieutenant, since you are after all more experienced than I am. Otherwise, I’d like to pair you with Epsilon; Corporal Johnson, Margrave, you two can stick together; and Private Skeetz, you stay with Tulpa for now, but if Lily finds herself in a fight for whatever reason, I’d like you to go to her if or when it’s plausible to do so without too much risk.’

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[h2]Raymond Haywood: Trainyard[/h2]
'Nothing to add,' Headhunter uttered quite simply. 'Heartless, if you wouldn't mind informing Chatterbox and I when there are no guards looking in the direction of the back entrance, that’d be grand.' He installed himself just behind the corner of the doorway, crouching to slide his fingers underneath the door on his side in preparation to throw it upward, move in and, if necessary, take out the guards up top, not to mention any others in the vicinity who heard the noise. Frankly, it'd be best if they could just grab a crate and get out, but for obvious reasons, taking out the guards first would make that process far easier; he'd already fallen into a state of emotionally-dead calm, the sort that one acquired as a soldier, but only truly refined when destroying targets in cold blood from hundreds of meters away, where all you felt when taking the shot was the recoil. Technically not a boon in a close-quarters situation, but for Raymond, that wasn't an issue in and of itself.