[b][centre][color=c4df9b][h1]The Tech who lifts.[/h1][/color][/centre][/b]

Typical work, no one was told much as the plans were half redacted. Enzo left talking to someone, gym stuff and how after his injury he needed to work a little to get everything back as before. He was blessed with good genes but a lot of hard work, and many hours of a carefully planned routine, diet and other factors. One did not take the eay route of chemicals  theh only left you fucked in the head and the gains all failed soon as you stopped. 

No, he was mission focused now as he headed to the armory hoping they would have some gear to fit him once he got a tablet uploaded with the building plans, the known specs they were allowed to see and stuff like Google maps images, anything to help him plan what to expect. The European guy he worked with Stepen…really he was some kind of assumed name but as long as he did his job, Enzo was fine with it. Never met normal people in this job. He was tight lipped about his background to say the least but he never had betrayed him so he got along fine.

“Did it come back in? My old armour was busted up.” He asked having changed with a pretty standard long sleeved top in basic camo for more protection..His armour had to be made to measure as the Armourer grunted with annoyance. “Yes, bloody too heavy too, try not need more. Your old kit was utterly busted. So I raided the freak of nature Isle…” He said without any kind of shame and dropped a pretty standard style pistol most people went on average for. “FN509, 24 rounds, 9mm, let me know your custom order later. Profile said you are good with a rifle, crap at auto and you can handle recoil.. correct.”

Returning with a hefty shotgun that looked like Frankenstein project. “10 gauge Semi. Bullpop drum mag because you euros are bloody crazy that way, recoil compensated but …, custom magazine, made for order and left here. Hits like a bloody truck, and got some spare holo optics on it.”

The shotgun did fit snugly into the Europeans shoulder,  he hoped not to use it but then again… it would hit like a truck. Those shells where not 100% factory stuff...

“Nothing else your size this short notice. Fill out the custom forms after.” He said handing over multiple large magazines, bullets, and rest of his gear that was needed. 

“Fine, you do love to remind me how I make your day harder.” He joked with the Armourer who tended to be salty… but knew his trade very very well.

 ….

Loaded up he had everything ready, med kit  backpack and webbing with all his various tools of trade, a rugged tablet hung off his chest with plans, and information. He already had partly annotated suspected main power lines and water, where something important might be. Whatever this place did. Someone gave him a short breaching hammer too, much as he disliked being type cast. He was very good at breaking things with it. 

He reached the hanger somewhat in a misfit kit after his injury, but it would all get replaced by the next mission, they were pretty good about that. “Wagner. E.” He added the new tape to his chest rig alongside the company logo having to pull the shiny plastic off it. 

“Ready to go?” He asked Stepen who looked outfitted rather menacingly but he just had the big shotgun least for most people, hanging half off his chest and was not intimidated though, the direct action cohort gathered off to the side, their own little circle of teams and waited for the others.

"Had to take whatever they had, it il do, but I miss the 30mm..." He said thinking about the 30mm magazine fed grenade launcher he had got one job, that was he had to admit. Pretty awesome bit of kit.