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As he got his things together and was formulating a plan, the secretary came through the door. She was rather loud, but that wasn't the point. As she was strapping on blades of varying sizes he was slightly frightened. She knew how to fight. And the Magician didn't like sharp things that much. She refused the gun, and the Magician looked at her oddly.

"Uh, Miss Vladmiskov- If we're going to be part of the patrol, we need to look like it. If you ain't carrying a gun, they're going to think something's up." He stated bluntly. Snyder was only ever serious in the downtime before missions. It was when he would formulate his plan- his mode of execution. Even the nicknames and magic tricks were kept to a minimum.

"Either way." He said, ignoring the fact that she may or may not have wanted to speak to him in the first place, "How are we going to go about this? The patrol group will not be attacked until we reach a place where guerilla attack is optimal for Insurrection. That could be anywhere on the Slumside. What's their target? There are too many variables."

He once again pointed to the gun. "Our best chance is the bluff 'em. Make them think there are no supers in the group. So take the gun. A patrol(wo)man without a gun sticks out as much as a oak tree in the desert. We're going to blend in- that's the first part of the plan. I'll give you a signal of some sort when we reach the second phase." He didn't mention that the signal might include throwing a mag of ammo at her head. "Regarding your abilities- the mission left it ambiguous on when to bring back information. I know you cannot die- but in which way do you want to bring back the intelligence? Me first or us together?" He braced himself for her to give some sort of scathing reply. The real reason why he was expecting a cold reply was because of her russian accent. It was rather unnerving, if you asked Snyder.

He decided to check his equipment again, taking them out and beginning to strap up. The moment he put his helmet on, he stuffed the backpack full of extra clothing like his bow-tie and dress shirt into a locker. He secured it with his keypad, though if Freydom wanted to get in his clothes all she'd have to do was poke through his mind anyways. Snyder seriously considered laying off the excessive joking- as Freya HAD punished him before, and it wasn't fun.