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When Nines arrived for the details, he was still dressed exceedingly casually, but now without the load of ammunition. He took a seat, and quietly leaned forward as the video projection began. His blank expression turned to a frown when he realized the map of Durem was the only thing on display.

Roan's briefing left much to be desired in his mind. Shifting in his seat, he rested his weight forward on his left elbow as he edged in closer.

Could we get faces for the underlings? More information on the location? This is about as blind as it gets while still knowing there's even a job in the first place.

His grumblings belied the shaky confidence he was feeling regarding the task at hand. He waited expectantly, internally crossing his fingers that Roan had at least something more to share with them.

"I don't care how you two do it, but YES, I can give you more. WHich brings me to why I wanted you to meet me in HERE, beyond the fact the war room is a mess right now."

She pushed off the sofa, rounded it, and dug under the DVD cases, pulling out two leather cases, rectangular in nature.

Passing them over, the two men would find a state of the art.. well, PDA was the best way to describe it, though it could of course do much more. Phone, tablet, GPS, PDA, address book, mini computer, it could do just about everything except make the tea, and with the press of a button, it synched with the TV, including loading up supplement files, including clear photos of three more of the targets, and blurry ones of the other two. A building schemaic was included, as was notes on anticipated delivery schedules and copies of the raw notes from Nines' previous target.

"Hopefully, this will help. Anything I missed, Nines? Incidentally, those are yours to keep."

"Now isn't that nice, the merc is being all cold and serious. Whats next trench coats, and a film noir send off?"

Dagoth returned the sizing up, snorting at the almost pathetic nature of the insult thrown his way. The pirate was no hero, he was no villan either but he was very good at killing at least in his own opinion. He grabbed the PDA device from Roan, flipping it open instantly and burying himself in the controls and options. He was impressed with the tech held within it and the options it gave him, part of him wanted to rip it open and take it apart.

"So when do we start?"

The 'together' part depends on heroboy here.

Nines threw Dag another glance. He had managed to restrain the visible wince at the pirate's retort, keeping his sigh and facepalm internal.

I'll be geared and ready in an hour. After that we go when you're ready.

The merc pushed back from the table and eased himself onto his feet. Lazily he leaned back, planting his free hand on the base of his back and enjoying a good stretch before he left.

You know where to find me.

"Depends on the firearm, and while I would usually go for a blade or close combat weapon myself, options should always be considered.

Nines, I know you're loaded out, I will escort Dagoth to the armoury to make sure he is also. Even if not used, it never hurts to carry SOMETHING."

True, she hardly ever used guns herself. She had a habit of going for the kill when she fought, and against the kind of things she killed, guns were rarely effective. That didn't stop her carrying a Browning Hi-Power as a standard part of her load-out however, particularly when there was a good chance of dealing with mortals, or merely wanting to incapacitate someone.

When Nines then left, she turned a serious look on Dagoth.

"You will not wind him up. I trust him to do the work, and while he is taciturn and stubborn, he is capable. He has possibly even more on his plate right now than you do, even during your episodes when I force you to confront your past. If you do not feel you can work together... tell me."

.: I can feel your suspicions. :.
.: Will you confirm them? :.
.: Neither confirm nor deny. The time isn't right. :.
.: I know Im right. :.
.: IF you are... good luck loosening Nines up, calming Dagoth down, and teaching Corbin values. :.
.: Shut up. :.

"Remember, I will debrief you seperately, and depending on what I hear... well, you can guess. This way. I want you properly armed."

At which point, she'd get up and lead the way down to the armoury, with the usual routine to lower the armoured and proptected room into place to access it. While this was happening, it;d give him a chance to make any concerns known to her.

"I know you've been hiding behind gruff bluster and bravado for so long you do it without thinking sometimes. I know you have more smarts under the hood than you want people to know about, and that being on land for too long without seeing the water makes you pine.

I know that you have a physical block inside you, stopping you from dealing with your past and maximising your potential. A block large enough to cause you to not benefit from how long you've been alive, because it hasn't been one long string for you. Its been several lifetimes, lived as different people.

I know I scare and tantilise you and often you protest too much in response to things said to you that are close to the mark.
I know you know Im a manipulator and you keep second guessing whether I've made you my puppet yet or not."

She answered him cooly from the doorway as she watched him take in the weapons and accessories. The armoury had a vast selection of standard weapons, plus of course the four weird cases at the end of the room, three of them filled. Two swords and a scythe sat in the filled ones, commanding attention more than the other blades in the room.
But they were not the only odd weapons. A pair of 9mm handguns had strange blu lines down the sides, and one of the shotguns seemed to sporadically shimmer with static down the length of the barrel. Several boxes of ammo were locked in odd little clear ases, and one coudl alsmot swear these cases vibrated to the touch.
It wasn't a normal armoury in many ways, but the gun Dagoth chose was, and well maintained to boot.

"I know a lot about you Dagoth, from observing you, and you have done the same to me. Something about me resonates with a memory or instinct of yours, and you hold back every time you start exploring it. I already know what I see when I look at you is correct. Have you figured out why you haven't left here yet? And what it is about me that bothers you so much?"

"The statements aren't mutually exclusive. I wouldn't touch the cases if I was you."

She watched him wander the armoury, and listened to his words, mulling them over. Then again.. this was Dagoth. Actions usually worked better with the firebrand of a man.

"Always supposed to be here... so why does me doing this scare you so?"

She ws behind him in seconds, like a breeze suddenly blown through the room, and while she did not touch him, she slit a wrist, and rested her bleeding arm forward, over his shoulder, so it was at nose height without touching him.

Elder vitae, and its stink, filled the room, blood splattering onto the floor causing several of the weapons in the room to shudder and move in their moutings, further proving the room stored the weird and wonderful as a matter of course.

"You can't stand the thought of her, or my kind, yet you say you should be here, while quailing from a once enjoyed delicacy. Am I not cruel? Why not leave."

"I believe the question is more... what the ******** is wrong with you?"

She was smiling, though it was the smile of the Cheshire Cat himself - a grin on the inside. Delicately lowering her arm after he crashed through several racks of firearms ot get away from her, she lapped at the wound as a cat would cream, slowly cleaning away the trail of red, towards the cut that acted as the source of the stream.

"You intend to take on five or six Sabbat and kill them. They will bleed too, you know. True, they wont be as powerfu or smell so strong, but it's either a case of you won be able to do the job because ALL vitae affects you this way... or its just mine and I want to know what exactly is wrong with you regarding me. Im not her. I dont look like her. I haven't tried to get you to burn down anything personally significant to you. I dont THINK I act like she did, though I don't know... so why are you so damned afraid of me bleeding?"

She didn't lick the wound closed, quite happy to let the scent of age and power keep him off balance.