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Dominic beamed a somewhat shy smile at Price's congratulating comment. First mission complete, he told himself, eager to keep his mind off what difficulties were bound to come in the very near future. "No, sir," he replied, giving his bag where he had replaced his device an appreciative pat. "The Sub-7 is simple system that allows me to slip into a program undetected for very unauthorized access. In fact, even if it could be traced, the simplicity of it would probably cause one to overlook it." He felt, however, that if they ever planned to get into much more restricted and secured areas, it would take more than a simple program and a few pushed buttons to get them through without giving themselves away.

Keeping close to the wall, but making sure not to touch anything, Dominic made room for the rest of the team to enter. He shot an incredulous look towards Lucas with his comment. Did the medic often speak in such a manner to his higher-ups? Or better yet to anyone at all. Maybe Price just.. wouldn't mind. He did seem rather on the laidback side before.

Hearing no one else speak up Topaz shifted and sighed befor speaking up. " Nice to meet you I am sure." He started off with a drawl. "My name is Topaz Ananda. If it is possible I would like the weapon's that were taken from me, they should be in some evidence locker. That is unless they were melted down or given to someone else." He paused for a second frowning at the thought, he had been rather fond of his weapons. Shrugging it off and pinching the bridge of his nose befor continuing on. "If you can't do that, I am best with a sniper. Though that probably isn't very helpful just give me a pistol of some sort. I am told I am good with those." All in all Topaz really did hope that his old weapons were still around, mostly because he was used to them. The other reason being that he wouldn't have to go looking for them himself.

"Oh and, thanks in advance if you do manage to get my old weapons back. It would be a pain to have to get them myself you know." He finished. "That is all I need. I can not tell you what everyone else wants, mind reading is unfortunatly not one of my many talents."

"Yeah, I get it, kid," Logan responded, accompanied by the sound of more metal moving around. "All right, we'll give you the usual handgun setup, and I've got a big ol' crate of Saws up here that are reserved for Haven Guard looking for some guns. Can slip you one of those without a problem, and you can just try to get better with it."

There was a clicking sound as a gun was loaded. "Never rely on just one weapon, if you can help it. It's that kind of thinking that keeps you alive and me in business."

"Okay, one loaded Saw, the old rifle, two sidearms with all the trimmings... next up."

"Doctor, huh?" The rattling stopped altogether; apparently Logan had ceased his digging. "So you need a newbie gun; huh? Well, a B.F.'ll do for ya. But an E.C.B? The hell is that... lemme check these boxes."

Logan left the phone, indicated by the sound of boots ringing across metal floor. Something clattered and crashed, followed by the sound of some obscenities, then some more rattling and a chorus of metal chimes as something (bullets, maybe?) spilled across the floor.

During this cacophony, Price his cell down on a trembling metal box and dissapeared into the dark and rattling of the service lift. It was slow; hardly the fast transportation that normal Haven Guard got to use, and they had no way of knowing exactly how far they were. It barely felt like the lift was moving.

And then, Lucas would get that feeling he wasn't alone, and would feel a breath of hot air on his ear, directly to his right.

"I feel this is the time to tell you," Price whispered, barely audible even to Lucas, who he was right next to. "I have always had... fantasies about medical officers. I just wanted to put that out there, so if you think I'm undressing you with my eyes..."

Lucas would feel Price slowly moving away, his warm breath quickly fading into the chill draft of the lift.

"That's why." The last words were almost lost in the racket, and Price was back to his phone.

No sooner did the C.O. of CZ Gallant return to the phone, than Logan was back on, and it sounded like he was eating chips from the repetitive crunching sounds. "Electric baton, huh? Experimental tech, right kid? That's a bit beyond my contacts, but I've got a non-lethal launcher stowed in here. Fires those beanbag things that hurt like a sonuvabi***. You know those? That suit ya, doc?"

"Then we're in business, ladies!" Logan said, and hung up the phone rather promptly.

Price flipped the device shut, laughing to himself, ringing slightly over the clattering lift. Whether he was laughing at Logan, or at what he had just done to Lucas... well, the world may never know. Within the next two minutes, the lift came to a rattling halt in the smoky, chilly Upper City. Dogs barked in the distance, and the far, barely audible sound of gunfire called out in staccatto patterns. While this was as regular as crickets in a garden for the Lower City, the shots were oddly focused in a particular direction, leading towards East Quadrant.

"It looks like Director Frost is failing to uphold the peace... again," Price observed. "And that's our destination, boys." He pulled at the shutter to exit the lift, which creaked open again, and held it open so the others could hop on out into the somewhat icy street. Dark, smoggy skies loomed overhead, threatening to pour biting rain and sleet down upon their own merciless discretion. Haven Guard who patrolled around the Upper City usually had the benefit of armored suits and gas masks, but on this occasion, the newest members of GZ Gallant, Bravo Company would have to tough it out.

Price exited the lift and pointed down the street. "Let's go, boys. Logan's this way. Remember the street codes, in case you need to find him from headquarters. Luckily, our headquarters are up here, so if anyone gets wounded in this fight, we don't have far to take them."

As he walked, Price rather calmly pulled a standard issue Haven Guard sidearm out of his jacket and removed the clip, checking for a jam before slamming it back into place and making sure the safety was on. "For this operation, we're civilians with guns as far as the gangs are concerned. Maximum force is authorized. Mr. Riley cannot be harmed, and that is our priority."

He started walking, letting the boys follow or hang out in the street as they desired. "Should anything go wrong, our point of rendevous is back at Logan's shop. Any questions?"

Price laughed again at first mention of Director Frost.

"Frost? Frost's Haven Guard won't touch a gang war, and Frost himself can hardly be pressed to look beyond the secretary in his lap, let alone out into his own streets. Our toughest time is going to be here, because if word gets out that there are vigilantes on Frost's beat, he's going to get huffy and put a wanted mark on us. Luckily, HQ is back in Central, and the Lift Security will leave us alone."

He turned, walking backwards while he addressed his troops. "I want to double check with all of you that you're fine with this. If anyone wants to sit this one out, they're welcome to hole up with Logan until word comes back from the squad."

Dominic followed accordingly out of the lift and into the less than accommodating streets. Was it just him or did this part of the city seem more eerie than others? Even the sky looked gloomier and more threatening. A slight strain of the ears and he caught the distance firing of guns. A slight shudder ran up his spine as he pulled his jacket tighter around himself, trying in vain to block out the cold. Oh yes. Much more foreboding a place, he decided.

Well, he definitely wasn't going to hang around by himself. Who knew what kind of welcome they'd receive from the inhabitants. Or maybe he was just letting the dark and shadowed alleyways around them get to him. Either way, he sped up his pace a bit to stay well within the group.

The blonde shook his head with Price's offer. He wasn't going to be the one to stay back, no matter how tense his nerves were. Besides, he was the one who decided to be apart of this company. At least this would give him his first taste to what he was getting into.

"I'm still in," he said, watching his foggy breath in the cold air.

Now all he had to do was come out of this unscathed. Or at least alive.