Standing in the little apartment he'd rented for the last few days, Jacob took stock again of what was coming with him. A treasure-trove of ammunition for his guns was chief amongst the list, along with those very weapons. Though he favored his M4 and Beretta combo, a few other weapons joined him on the journey. A G36A2 leaned on a wall over here, a half disassembled Benelli M4 Super 90 over there, a different firearm for every eventuality. He wouldn't be bringing all of them with him however, instead a Venezuelan by the name of Luis was transporting most of them. Coming with him was his trusty 92FS in a holster in his jacket, and his M4 in a duffle bag about his waist. Lining his jacket were a few more mags, with extra ammo for the carbine carefully stowed with it. It wasn't the safest arrangement, but it was necessary for the sake of concealment.

Running his fingers over his chin, Jacob grumbled to himself "[color=39b54a]One day I'll be able to grow some proper facial hair.[/color]" His baby face had always been something he wanted to be rid of. Of course, he knew it came with its perks, especially when it came to some women, but he would prefer a good mustache-beard combo. With a muted sigh and a shrug, he had to start getting ready to saddle up. A thin bullet-proof vest formed his first piece of clothing. Expertly made with high-quality fibers, he'd be safe from pistol caliber rounds in most cases, and it was incredibly thin. Top notch, nothing but the best for the public's beloved mercenary police officers, the "Butei". With a shake of his head at this passing thought, he advanced to his shirt, a simple T-shirt emblazoned with two simple words "Army Strong". An American military shirt may draw some attention out here, but it also helped to keep people away from you. Over that went his aforementioned jacket, a Marine Pattern camouflage jacket he'd bought from a military surplus story. Buttoned up over his shirt, it hid the vest masterfully. Rounding it out was a pair of cargo pants, plenty of room for ammo and other such pieces of gear, and a pair of steel-toed combat boots for when things got rough.

Sliding the pistol into the previously noted jacket holster, and slinging the duffel around his shoulder, he took a last look over the apartment. With a grin and a joking salute, he departed the room, heading off to meet up with his team-mates. With a quick glance into another of his jacket pockets, an exterior one, he noted his little guilty pleasures were coming along too. A Sony PSP and a small collection of disks to occupy him on the trip over. He grinned and headed out, stepping into a bus and taking a seat, popping in "[i]Warhammer 40k: Squad Command[/i]" and getting ready to kill some time in his favorite way.

When the bus finally came to stop, as the last Chaos Predator fell before his forces, Jacob shut off the PSP and stored it. It was a relic in today's age, but it was still one of his favorite time killers. He began the quick walk over to the Starbucks, just a 10 minute jaunt over, and checked the time upon arrival. [b]9:53 PM[/b] the watch on his wrist read, and he rolled his eyes as he began looking around. Some of the Butei were already visible, not that he'd have noticed if he didn't know specifically what faces to look for. Even then, it was a challenge to find them in the hustle and bustle of the city, a real achievement since he was no slouch when it came to picking out faces. With a nod of respect, he strode into the coffee shop and stepped into line. When he got to the front, he ordered a Venti sized white chocolate mocha, a nice fancy coffee that suited his taste buds just fine. Claiming it upon completion, he began to walk off when he noted yet another of his team-mates. This one was well known for being persuasive, that his damn voice was nigh-on-hypnotic, hence why Jacob never let his guard down for a second around the other man. They may be on the same team, but that didn't mean Jacob wanted him to have the ability to manipulate him so easily. Looking around, he finally found another member of the team, though this one Jacob had more personal experience with. She was a member of the Assault branch, like him, a fan of assault weapons, like him, and an advanced combatant with a bloodline, like him. All in all, he liked her as a person, though even in the discussions they'd had, he'd never been able to narrow down if she liked him as well, not that it mattered. He took a seat at the table with her, casually sipping his coffee, and saying to her

"[color=39b54a]Heya, how ya been?[/color]"