"Bribe, accepted."

Grin only growing wider, Souma accepted the garrote gladly. How could he not? After all, what better sight was there to see, than Galina immediately finding a way to make [i]another[/i] too out of the various ones he had collected. Imagination, resourcefulness, the ability to take whatever you find and make it something to further your task... she truly did know more about his profession than she herself believed.

So he stored away his blinding eggs and took the garrote without a second thought, carefully winding the wire up around those twin stakes to store as well The cart stopped as he did, Daisuke soon appearing to open Souma's door. The Fist offered his boss a short staff of bamboo first, before nodding and moving on to open the door for Galina next.

"Blades are good." He nodded towards his staff as he spoke. A new one, this, his previous 'cane' lost amidst the charred rubble of the Takahiro compound. New, untested, and though part of him wished to save its first christening for the Americans who had cost him so much, he knew it would be needed now. Quietly, his hands twisted around the staff, pulling the top free to reveal a narrow, leaf-bladed spike. Jutting out as far as his hand was long and sharpened to a wicked edge all the way to it's point, he held it up for Galina to see, before replacing it's 'sheath' once more.

"And if said no, couldn't bring mine, could I?" A quiet chuckle echoed behind those words, Souma taking the rope and hooks as he stepped outside to view their target. Opposite, Daisuke held the door patiently for Galina, a long box with a heavily-padded interior waiting on hand to accept her rifle.

For quiet they would have to be, in order to succeed. Hiding down alleys between homes and stores boarded up for the night could be seen the hints of a wall, one that enclosed the center of this seedy region. There were no 'gates' to access the compound inside, no road that led up to it directly, and a second barricade of lofty buildings, open gardens and ramshackle huts to further camouflage it from view. One could be mistaken for believing there was no 'compound' within, what alleys they took either leading them back out to another part of 'town'... or ending at the end of a sharp knife or jagged stone.

A secluded hideout watched by people raised to be paranoid of outsiders and the law. The police squads only made cursory visits to the area, the noble class choosing to leave these people to their own devices... so long as profit existed for them to exploit. 

Souma and Galina had to slip in unseen, under cover of night, around the wandering gazes of whomever might be at watch. They needed to find the 'supplies' they desired, then escape with their prizes in tow, without the entire area being alerted to their intrusion. Quiet and quick was the plan, but blood would be spilled if necessary, and woe to any Souma came across then...

...To any Souma and [i]Galina[/i] came across. He chuckled again at the thought, looking back from the area they would soon infiltrate, to the Russian spy who would accompany him. Resourceful, quick-thinking, and deadly with a blade...

Woe to them, indeed.