[center][h3][sub][sub][i]Cassian  Priest[/i][/sub][/sub][/h3][/center]

[sub]Location  -  The Tetsu Foundry[/sub][hr][hr]

Silence enveloped Cassian once he boarded the transport. His thoughts had taken him into his own mentality and his expression shifted to one of intense focus. Something was bothering him about Magpie's encounter, but the piece he felt was missing remained elusive. The senior contractor was more capable than most, yet she had run into trouble with this thing. More than that, it sounded like the encounter was even one-on-one, a situation where someone like Mag would enjoy a significant advantage, but even that had proven to be worth little. No one ever expected her to die on mission, but to have such a hard time with a single target was more illuminating than what it seemed like the others were giving it credit for. Cassian had never considered himself some kind of one-man army or even extremely capable, but his skill along with his ability had always allowed him to [i]survive[/i] every situation he'd found himself in. As the speed of the transport slowed however, he began to feel a knot in his abdomen. He would need to take this threat very seriously if he wanted to return to the safehouse alive; he would need to do more than simply survive if he truly wanted to come out on the other side of this. 

The transport stopped near the manhole Cider spoke of and Cassian made sure he was the last to disembark. He shook his arms out a bit and adjusted his dark jacket. Considering the nature of the target and the expectations on mission, the contractor had decided on wearing a uniform more fit for speed of movement and agility--black, tactical pants that fell over matching steel-toed sneakers and a fitting, grey t-shirt with a thin jacket over top. It was nothing fancy at all and offered zero protection, but Cassian's battlefield methodology had always been more about evading danger and minimizing self-injury as much as possible. His gaze shifted to the others and he took stock of them once more. This was the team, after all, and he would need to coordinate with them properly if he wanted to have a hope of being on the winning side. 

He checked his extra magazines and his handgun one last time before re-holstering and pulling on a pair of thin, black gloves. They were plain to the eye, but also had squares of custom padding stitched into the palm and fingers on the front of each hand. With nary a word, he followed some of the others into the manhole and it was only a short trip before he emerged in a small office alongside Ambrosine. He made it just in time to catch a glimpse of Asche disappearing into a wall in a veil of wispy smoke. He raised an eyebrow. [b]"Damn. Bet that's useful,"[/b] he said to Ambrosine who was busy messing with her own gear. Once she motioned to the door, Cassian nodded his head, agreeing with her assessment. [b]"Yeah, it's not the greatest noise. But, we're gonna have to see what's on the other side so... Here goes nothin'."[/b] 

The handgun quickly reappeared in a tight two-handed grip, but lowered towards the ground. Cassian motioned towards the door with his head, expecting Ambrosine to follow, and took a slightly lowered stance just in front of the large slab of metal. After a moment, he reached out and grabbed the door handle and begun slowly pulling the door open.