[center][b]Stephen Stokes[/b]
Briefing Room -> Armoury
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The only questions Stephen had could only be answered by getting boots on the ground. But he stayed out of politeness and because leaving early would draw unwanted attention. He listened as the woman who made his skin crawl asked her astute questions. He did not like the Doctor. She was obviously very competent and that is threatening. Along with that, despite her best efforts: the lady was obviously very French, and quite possibly Israeli. He didn't have proof, but he had learnt to trust his intuition. And those two nationalities rang alarm bells in Viktor's mind. Infamously both groups were underhanded [b]and[/b] ruthless.

After dismissal Stephen slithered towards his equipment bay. He attempted to inconspicuously stay in Grande's shadow. The giant made a very good foil to Stephen. He was glad to have him on his team. Enzo was competent, and eager to do all of the things that Viktor didn't want to: rig explosives and faff about with computers. The skills that Viktor loathed the most. The M11 would've been Stephen's first choice. He had a very good time with an Albanian M11 in the 90s. But alas, they were increasingly harder to find in this day and age. So he had made due with a tailor made MP7. And a Colt Python he had customised himself. The MP7 was rechambered in FN 5.7, the python had a custom cylinder to fit .44 magnum. 5.7 was a versatile calibre in his experience, and the revolver could made up for it's lack in stopping power. He was lucky Acheron's ammo techs had a good supplier for both.

Along with his PDW and sidearm, he had an Altyn R8 helmet with integrated comms. His face was covered with a spandex balaclava. His black chest rig had a nametag to identify him and monochrome Union Jack on display. He had three magazines, a dump pouch with loose rounds, and a distinct lack of grenades. He had a hefty surgeon's satchel full of a wide-range of cutting edge first-aid equipment and a healthy array of medication vials. Pain relief, nerve-agent treatments, blood clotting agents, wound sealant. You name it: it was in the bag. He even had a compact defibrillator and a gasmask in there. He had a custom thigh holster on his right side that carried his revolver and a new-fangled Jet Injector designed to administer drugs quickly and effectively through clothes. If anyone had watched closely they would notice Stephen is left-hand dominant. His locker also had the keys to the Field Research helicopter. He was ready quickly. He'd had plenty of chances to perfect this get-up and gear up. Alas he still took his sweet time counting out his rounds: just too make sure he was in the middle of the crowd headed for the hangar.