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Catching Xander's questioning glance, Asch shot him a look that clearly said... DON'T ASK. He didn't want to talk about it. At all. That last thing he needed was to be reminded of his humiliating experience at the hand of Izaya just a day prior to this meeting. He needed to focus on the mission at hand, and not continually dwell on the loss of his hair.

"Well, good to have you along," Hayes smiled, and with a quick shrug to reorient himself that was it. Executives went where they wanted to go - and having someone well-versed in this particular kind of larceny would be a boon to everyone.

"Good question." The blond rocked his hand in a loose point at Xander. "Answer's 'not much.' It's about the size of an iPad and probably weighs about that, so one person can carry it out easily. Which brings me to when we're leaving, which is.. pretty much right after this."

"If we get there around mid-afternoon that'll give us some time to walk around and scout the place out. We'll go in in street clothes and hide ourselves until it's past close. Since it's Friday everyone'll should be in a hurry to get home," he added with the voice of experience. "Then we'll meet in the North Gallery-" He clicked to the second floor layout, "-and get to work. This way we'll only have to deal with the internal alarms and we'll have an idea of the security forces."

Lore seemed content to let Hayes do the talking while he leaned on the podium, watching the images as they appeared. When the Elite finished he offered an approving nod, "Well I dunno about you guys but I'm amped about this thing. Almost as much as I'm sure we're all amped about getting out of these stuffy uniforms, amirite?" He chuckled.

That got a crooked grin from the elite. "What he said." He started closing out of windows and logging off the system. "Jet's leaving in half an hour. Bring your gear but keep it hidden. I think admission's something like five bucks."

Thinking that the female grunt he'd recognized looked kind of worried when he caught her glance, Shadow smiled a little and held up a hand in a silent hello. He was soon distracted by a very distressing look from a red-haired agent to a blonde one, and though he'd seen the blonde one in passing, the red-head appeared strikingly familiar. Wasn't he a trainer...? No, how could he be? He was wearing an agent uniform. The grunt shook his head. Stupid dreams mixing with his memories again.

As a tattooed grunt who stood out greeted the grass-type that seated itself beside them, Shadow smirked. It was such a casual greeting exchanged between two very different individuals. This certainly was not what the teen had been expecting the raid orientation to be like. Maybe action would start picking up once they started moving.

At the words 'street clothes', the grunt immediately perked up, along with, he noted, most others in the room. Seems like he didn't have to wear the regulation uniform after all. Street clothes were his usual wear, so this would be perfect. Scouting out was something he could do. The teen raised a hand, speaking quickly without waiting to be called on so that they could get going. He was just as eager as everyone else.

"If you like, sir, I could go in first," he offered, directing his words to Agent Hayes. "Kids my age are always sticking their noses where they shouldn't be, so I could draw more suspicion towards myself and away from all of you." He shrugged. "Teens aren't really known for their love of museums, anyway, so it'd be harder for me to pretend I'm just interested in the stuff." Especially with his long coat. That just screamed suspicion, but he felt naked without it.

Asch looked away from Xander as soon as he nodded and turned his attention back to the meeting at hand. He made mental notes of the plans and instructions. Keep the gear hidden. He could do that. Low key seemed to be the thing, and that was something he was accustomed to, despite other people's opinions about his hai- DAMMIT!

Now he was thinking about it again.

As soon as they were dismissed, Asch got up from his seat and stalked out in a brooding fashion. It was time to go gather up the things he would need, as well as gather his resolve.

Alba nodded his understanding and stood when they were dismissed. As he returned to his room, he considered what he would need. Casual clothes, definitely. Some money, too. Inigo was still gone by the time Alba got the room, which was a little disheartening. He'd been hoping to ask his roommate for some mission tips. Oh well.

In the end, he wore blue jeans, dark no-slip sneakers, and his baggy green sweater- no, leave the sweater. He liked that old thing too much.

Okay, IN THE END, he wore blue jeans, dark no-slip sneakers, a somewhat beat up jean jacket he'd gotten at a thrift shop somewhere and had absolutely no sentiment attached to it or all its convenient pockets, and a brownish orange sweater he would have no issues with ruining. In his pockets, he carried his money, his dex, his phone, a random thing of superglue he found because why not, aaaaand... what else could be useful? A mini spool of thread, a pen, pocket flashlight, and a small bottle of aspirin joined the glue, plus a small blank notepad. His belt held all four of his Pokemon, thankfully all staying inside their Pokeballs. Half of this stuff was probably Inigo's. Oh well. He'd pay the kid back if it was.

Possessions gathered, he headed for the jet... area... place... thing. He really needed to get a map of the place someday.

As advertised, thirty minutes later a jet was ready and waiting for the Rockets in the underground hangar. Stephen Michael sat fidgeting in the pilot's seat, reading a roller skating magazine.

Lore and Hayes were waiting outside the sleek black plane. Lore was dressed in the same non-regulation boots he usually had on, a pair of well-worn khakis, a dark t-shirt and a tattered brown jacket, looking comfortable and pleased to see the arriving team members.

"..what is that?" Hayes asked as the team was boarding the jet. He'd changed back into his usual outfit - in jeans, t-shirt (this one dark blue with a TIE fighter schematic printed on it) and sneakers, he looked painfully normal.

"...It's a double bass." Aulus replied, with an expression that clearly said he knew he was busted. "Got my staff in it," he added, "nothing suspicious at all about a scar-faced man in combats with a bass case. Maybe I'm going to an army band reunion later?"

His former partner's brow wrinkled with incredulous doubt. "Okay," he half-laughed before his tone turned serious, "that's not gonna work."

Bugger. Aulus sighed and set the case down before shoving it away across the floor with his foot. "Fine, alright, it was a long shot," he shrugged, "figured it might get me around a scan on pokemon held items, but it is a bit far-fetched I grant you. Oi!" he glowered at the engineers around the place. "That better still be here when I get back!" He'd much rather have the bo with him, but it wasn't like he couldn't take almost all comers unarmed or anything.... Well, so long as they didn't have guns, guns were kind of a deal breaker.

"Uh.. yeah," was all Hayes said in response to that. Though he was grateful for Aulus' quick acquiescence, a thought crossed his mind. Half his group looked like they might favor heavy weaponry. "So this is a stealth mission," he stressed, loud enough for the other Rockets to hear. "If it doesn't fit in a pocket or it'd get you thrown out, leave it here or on the jet. We want to be able to move easy and stay low key, so ideally we won't be fighting anyone."

With his attempt to smuggle weaponry abandoned, Aulus moved to stand about a pace behind Hayes' left shoulder. He wasn't sure whether this was trying his luck, or doing what he'd promised he would do for the geek.

He wasn't quite sure if he was trying his luck here (trying to show he was favoured, special) or just doing as he's promised (watching Hayes' back, looking after him). Either way though it was done now, and he regarded his teammates steadily.

Baggy pants, warn sneakers, a fitting gray wife beater, with a light jacket over, to hide most of his tattoos on his arms.
They wanted to be inconspicuous, well.. Jerome thought it might be best if he didn't go around a highly secured public aria with his former notorious gang name inked into his shoulders.

More Rockets showed up, and Jerome waited by the group, arms once again crossed over his chest. While his Gangar, Bro, floated close to his shoulder, arms crossed as well.

"Anyone got any shades?" He asked, unfolding his arms and walking closer to the group.
"I could probably use em,"