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[color=Silver]	Just as Takai finished strapping the finishing touches of his uniform onto his body, he took the moment to sit back down and think over the mission at hand. Whilst he'd been near Kaz, she'd claimed to join him on the mission. As long as she behaved, at least in his mind, nothing would go wrong. Whilst the importance of the mission seemed rather lacklustre to those newly acquainted with the NSF, Takai was fully prepared to treat the situation as yet another life or death situation. An old friend's identity was a stake, giving way to the necessary actions of taking her into custody if she was but a gram's worth guilty. Takai hoped dearly that she was innocent. Routine checkups on ex-members had been common throughout the year, but Iwata was a different member. She'd left for reasons unlike the others: mental instability. Takai simply hoped that no one had preyed upon her vulnerable state. Knowing Kaz was coming with him made him slightly nervous. After all, she had no moral stake in the situation. Perhaps that could've been a positive to the investigation, but whether or not she was really going to participate in the physical search was another story. At the very least, backup was always well appreciated in times of crisis. One could never be too careful. Whilst pondering the possibilities of the upcoming encounter, Takai leaned into the armoury cabinet brandishing his name. Inside, his personal firearms were waiting. Specifically, the ammunition was elsewhere in the facility, prepared for pickup. At least it was a precaution that Takai himself could get behind. Whilst he didn't see himself as a crazed gunman hoping to take control of the NSF via violent means on the interior, he knew it was another case of heightening security where possible. Whilst he felt inclined to only take his sidearm, he knew at least keeping the submachine-gun was a precaution he wanted to take himself.

	Eventually, he found himself fully kitted up, mounting the final icing to the cake. With several miniature drills built into the device itself, hooking onto the metallic frames augmented in his frontal lobe, Takai finally equipped the [b]PHUD[/b]. The metallic brace fitted under his jaw and quickly loosened, giving him freedom to speak and gape his mouth open if need be. A few seconds were assigned to adjust its grasp, the stable headpiece finally lodged into place, freeing his body to move around once more. It was currently folded upon his forehead, acting as a minor armour plating from the smallest of arms fire, whereas if it were deployed such secondary protection would be transferred to the eyes and face in its partiality.

	Moving towards the exit, he eventually found himself rendezvousing with their vehicle. Kaz had already asked to drive. There was no real need to argue over who got to take the wheel, seeing as it was just petty in comparison to their given task. Meeting up with her, Takai nodded silently before muttering to himself, collecting his magazines and bonus utensils in order to properly grasp his control over their objective. With Kaz nearby, there was never a true sense of safety. Yes, she was indeed a bear when it came to the field of combat, but her conversationalist tendencies seemed rather intrusive from previous discussions. A short fuse, at the least, patience was not a virtue to take note of. Though, Takai could be extremely wrong, only having a few bad experiences around her to truly judge her personality as he'd seen it so far. She wasn't exactly bad company, and there were definitely worse looking individuals to have at his side. Off duty, perhaps it would've actually been exciting to go for a drive with Kaz. Until that possibility, they had a rather tremendous job to do. With the coming raid only days around the corner, every advantage that the NSF could get over their adversaries was not recommended, it was essential.

	Eventually, their vehicle was ready. The NSF-Standard Armoured Patrol Vehicle, or the [url=http://i.imgur.com/UVFMqRs.jpg]APV[/url], was labelled only as a non-police or NSF vehicle. No links to its licence or anything went back to the organisation itself, having fake aliases created for the plating on both the front and rear of the vehicle. Whilst it wasn't the most inconspicuous of vehicles, or covert, it was at least useful in what it needed. Minor the detailed armour differences, the vehicle itself was not much different visually from that of a normal 4x4. Surprisingly, the vehicle itself was fitting for the likes of Kaz. Both were intense in their mechanisms' roars. Easily, both could provide a serious punch if driven far enough. Takai waited for Kaz to brace herself for heading out, before he finally opened up with conversation.[/color]

[color=2EAC5F][b]"Alright then, Kaz, remember to park off on the other side of the street. We're heading off to the edge of the Southern Exclusion zone, Estate 19. I don't know if you're coming inside with me, but if you don't just keep your eyes and weapons ready just in case. I've got a head-piece camera set up, should be linked to the monitor in the vehicle's dashboard if you want to watch the progress, and in case something goes horrifically wrong."[/b][/color] [color=silver]Realising how mood-breaking his latter statement was, he quickly smiled for once, trying his hardest to give some form of immediate contradiction to their woes.[/color] [color=2EAC5F][b]"Not that it will go wrong. Keep some restraints ready as well, just in case Iwata makes a run for it."[/b][/color]

[color=Silver]	In reality, Takai begged to the unknown deities above that there was no need for her to run, or indeed any reason for her to hide. With a stroke of luck, she'd be out and about, according to the observation teams last known report, giving them a window of opportunity to conduct their investigation before she even had to ability to interject. Iwata's fate was in their credibility, as well as in their judgement. In the ideal situation, Takai's nostalgia wouldn't cloud any immediate last time.[/color]

[color=2EAC5F][b]"Let's just get going..."[/b][/color]

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