[i]Damien never showed up to the run with the others. Which is to say, in the meat. He'd thought about it, rolled it around all day, but in the end, it ended up working out this way. As far as anybody else knew, he was still shacked up at home, living out the run through the cold steel and hot engines of the truck that drove them here, as well as the flying drone that was supposed to carry Kali to her "support" position. While he didn't seem too bothered with speaking to anybody on the team, it seemed clear that everything could still go according to plan. Maybe he was stewing in some old Ranger memories, for all anybody knew.

After everyone had gotten out of the truck, it parked itself out of sight somewhere. They didn't know where it had ended up, but it would be back when everything was settled, or if they needed to make a quick boot out of the area. Until then, he remained focused on the Roto-drone. It had the most combat potential and also the most pivotal role to play in the up-and-coming. After they'd scoped out the place, everyone received an AR message containing Damien's thoughts on the matter.

"I can't navigate into that skylight through AR only. Not if there's anybody shooting at me. I want the money, but not if I gotta blow it all on a fraggin' repair bill. But if you can get one or two of those big tall loading doors open, I can steer her around to the side and take some potshots if you think something like that will be necessary. Don't open them if you don't want me to fill somebody full of lead, though. Not like I can tell who's friendly or not, though maybe you could tag them in AR or something to make it easier. Anyway, it's up to you folks. Try not to bleed too much, I'll have to put you in a plastic bag before you touch my wheels if you're gonna make a mess."[/i]