[center][h2][color=#FF7800]Boraro[/color]
Briefing room, 1800 hours[/h2][/center][hr]You could hardly think of a worse place to fight than one such as they were about to go to. Hardly any cover, obstructed lines of sight and swarms of civilians. He was very happy with the rooftop approach, staying out of that soup. At least Rose wouldn’t be an issue, killing Skye by mistake wouldn’t have been great.

[color=#FF7800]”Where I grew up, people learned to duck and crawl.”[/color] He replied to Chuck’s concern. He was no war criminal, apart from being an illegal combatant his entire life by virtue of being a mercenary, so of course he’d check his targets, but in the end people were responsible for their own safety. And if Raven failed, a lot more people than one could ever cram onto a Moroccan market would die. If a 100 innocents died and a 101 were saved by their actions, then it was worth it. It was the Gendarmes that worried him, those would go in seeking out the shooters instead of clearing out, unaware of who Raven were and would have to be dealt with, preferably without killing cops actually trying to do their job in earnest.

[color=#FF7800]”I doubt we’ll avoid spotters. All it takes is an Artemis operative with a drone. If that was my compound, I’d have at least two out at all times. No one looks twice at a hobby or professional photography drone and most people can’t tell a tank from an MRAP, much less the differences between a civilian and disguised military drone 50 meters in the air.”[/color] He offered.
[hr][center][h2]Armory, 0000 hours[/h2][/center][hr]Ebrima had no idea how the Blue Sword tech wizards managed to get the reliably unreliable shotgun drums to behave, but 20 instead of ten shots per magazine was well worth whatever dark voodoo they had to perform, carrying four and four of slugs and old reliable flechettes, joined by two drums of beanbags to deal with johnny law. The armorer swore up and down they cycled without changing the gas settings, and the drums have bought them enough goodwill to take their word for it. Another upgrade that would come in handy were the less-than-lethal grenades, Ebrima packing two magazines of the stunners on top of his usual loadout, preloading the stunners. Rounding out the goods were three magazines of 5,56x45 blacktips for the MDR plus one of subsonics to deal with any spotters, two for the USP and the Kukri. Finishing the prepwork was a kevlar helmet and a level IV plate carrier strapped to the outside of his pack. The situation might require them to put a bullet into Simmonds themselves if it all goes wrong, but losing him to a stray round was not on the agenda.

He would’ve loved the upgrades, better jump pack control and exoskeleton mobility being something that would’ve come in handy running across rooftops, but alas, no dice. At least the techs would have more time to make sure there were no nasty surprises in it. Tracking nanites in blood, who knew what could be in the suit and its software. Ebrima was still surprised it didn’t detonate on Rose’s death. Everything ready, he began exercising the exoskeleton to make sure everything sat right and didn’t snag, paying special attention to the drum pouches on his abdomen, Powerwolf’s ‘[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7yB1Ugob-88]Glaubenskraft[/url]’ in his helmet to set the mood.