Anchor stood silently, not caring much for the strategy discussion. He never was big into thinking things through, he preferred leaving that to those with a mind suited more to such things. Until he got a concrete order from Little Brother, he would disregard the talk. He had opinions regarding it, but felt he should keep his mouth shut, for fear of sounding foolish. Anyways, Vaeros voiced his own ideas, more or less.

Anchor stretched out a bit, one arm quivering as it reached out behind him. His neoprene suit made a bit of a creaking noise, stretched almost beyond the limits. Though he regretted the material being synthetic, and immune to the reach of Silk Worm, there was really no compromise on the suit, it was simply too useful to him. 

Ensuring the he was the last to go, he trudged slowly to the Dagger, his whale bone boots taking heavy steps. He kept the anchor on his shoulder, the chain rattling as he walked. Though for the most part remaining silent, Anchor couldn't help but chuckle at the comment about Torch. Of course it would be a challenge. If it weren't going to be a challenge, the police would handle it.