Sitting at the back, Broadshield does a final check to make sure everything is prepared. After checking over both of his weapons, a silenced P90 SMG and a silenced M1911 (We're using silenced pistols and SMGs here I'm pretty sure) he takes out a silver Desert Eagle, belonging to his father. Engraved on the side of the gun are the words "Si pro mea patria" - "For my country", and on the other side his, and his mother's name are engraved on there, and all over the gun, a dragon is engraved around every part, every mechanism and every engraving, with the dragon's mouth opened at the muzzle. He then looks to his armour, wearing a Kevlar vest, with extra pockets containing ammunition. Finding the right balance between having enough supplies as well as not carrying too much was difficult, but he eventually found a good enough balance. Looking over to everyone else, he says "Whatever happens, it was great knowing you all. Now when we get in there, check your surroundings and your fire, don't go firing wildly. If you can, avoid using your gun, but if needed, don't use too many bullets." With everything said, he remains seated, and decides to say a prayer to himself before heading out.

Ocean re-ajusted his kevlar vest for the hundredth time, checking every aspect to make sure it was on correctly. "Still can't believe they wouldn't give my that surfboard-gun..." Ocean muttered under his breath. Ocean pulled out the two daggers that he had been given, checking if they were sharp enough. Ocean then checked his pistol, a Beretta M9 with a silencer attachment and waves painted on either side, making sure the gun was loaded. "Its times like this that paranoia is actually pretty useful." Doing a final check of his kevlar vest, he **** his fingers, and adjusted the silver ring on his right hand, which had a set of three waves on it, similar to Metal's, which was a bronze ring with a pair of headphones, and Choc's, which was a gold ring with a pretzel. "Ok, I think I'm ready. I'll keep the gun holstered until we end up with someone attacking us from a distance, like I promised, and I'll try not to shoot anybody this time."

Morgan just nods and checks over her own kevlar vest with CMN's logo and markings on it. She pulls her mask up to cover her mouth and put the mic over it.
"If you absolutely have to go loud, I will do my best to hack into the security and get possibly some of their defense systems on our side. Actually... they will definitely be on our side." Morgan pulls by a highway-like overhead sign marking the security wing ahead. "This place is huge, luckily we are just focusing on a small portion of it."
She pulls up by the lot of the security tower which looked like an air traffic control tower overlooking the entire facility. Getting out of the vehicle she opens up the trunk of the SUV. Inside were a few very large cases. She pressed a button opening one as it reveals a bunch of monitors and computer related hardware. After typing on the keyboard, she slams the enter button and closes the case.
Meanwhile a drone is flying well out of vision already allowing her access features once she gets into the tower. She opened the other case and did something similar. Looking at her wrist, was a device that projected the entire map in live footage. A third case contained ammo and the last case remained closed as she shut the trunk.
"Alright everyone lets get going in." She tapped the door. "I should be able to get us all the way to the top with no troubles. Once I'm in there we start. Leave me... 5 hostages if you could. Then after you all leave barricade the tower and I'll be giving you direction from the microphone."

"Donuts sound perfect, but we gotta get through today first." Ocean gave his ring a final twist as he spoke.

"I kinda do, but my uncle said it's in beta... Well, according to the logs he wrote." She glances at her wrist device, giggling, with a hint of guilt. "To tell you the truth, I 'borrowed' this wrist watch, if you know what I mean," Insta explains, making air quotes with her fingers. "It's got some sort of secret weapon that's supposed to 'change' me, and it's never been tested. But I'll wait till things get intense to see what it really does."

Ebony exits the vehicle and stretches, checking one last time to ensure everything is fastened tightly. Before continuing he turns around and reaches back into the van. A second later he pulls out an FGM-172 SRAW (Short Range Assault Weapon) and slings it over his back. Taking out three 139mm rockets, he loads one inside the SRAW and straps the other two to his lower back. With that done he catches up to the others and gives a thumbs up, remaining the strong, silent type of the group.

"Thanks!" Insta swipes the dagger. She hums to herself as she slips the dagger under her sleeve. Suddenly her jaw drops at the sight of the rocket launcher Ebony was holding. "No way! You serious?!"