[center][h1][color=#357302][b]Chatterbox[/b][/color][/h1][/center][hr]Having brought their newest member back to base and informed him of their mission, Drake had separated from the group briefly and made a point of using some of his funds. He bought a set of expensive communication devices...in the form of phones. He coerced several of his more thoroughly indoctrinated audience members to sign up for repaid plans and then bid them to [i]forget[/i] he had asked them at all and instead that a relative had asked them to help out financially. He made each of their stories as plausible as possible before returning with bluetooth devices and smart phones in tow. He had also acquired walkie talkies. He gave both to his teammates, explaining them and then handing over the coordination to Headhunter and anyone else who wanted to. This way even if they got separated they could communicate and if their mobile devices were ever to be tracked, they could shut them off , crush them, and throw them away, using the walkie-talkies instead.

After that and another read through the mission briefing folder, he'd went and gotten two vehicles and set up another plausible story with his audience that had [i]lended[/i] them to him. He'd made sure to put false plates on, though they were registered to someone's name that wasn't his own.

Bringing them back near the hideout, he had left them several blocks away and each time he'd left the given vehicle he had been wearing different clothes and gotten a taxi to his next destination. Eventually he'd returned to the hideout, asked Headhunter for a spare gun—having also acquired a taser and a knife from audience members to add to his arsenal—and then set about eating and sleeping.

He'd gotten up early the next day and had gone home, then called someone to bring him a holster of a particular sort. He ended up with a strap that went over his shoulder and wrapped around his stomach above his under shirt, the weapon resting beneath his crimson dress shirt, largely hidden unless one paid close attention. He kept one clip of extra ammo in a pocket, with his taser on the opposite side of his body, affixed to the same strap. The knife he affixed to a sheath in his left sleeve, just out of sight within the wide berth of cloth unless he moved just so or you paid very close attention. He made a note to order some kind of tailored overcoat for future operations, especially given the addition of a tinker to their little troupe.

Later he explained to them why he'd gotten two vehicles. Simply put it was to confuse anyone who might want to track them once they got off of Interstate 25. It would allow them to split into two groups and throw off the trail, before abandoning the vehicles for two others he'd set up in select locations—if they became necessary, and heading back to base. It was good to have contingencies, he'd said to anyone giving him looks.

They'd headed out soon after that and upon arriving he'd gotten out of the car—both appeared to be fairly common vehicles, but they'd been custom, and were quite the beasts when necessary. They had enough room for some supplies and of course their passengers.

Rising to his feet and stretching, his costume on already, though he was wearing a hoodie to conceal the goggles and much of his face to anyone nearby. He'd do so until the mission started in earnest.

Regarding their location he noted the flow of traffic, the hills surrounding, and then once he'd taken it all in he glanced at his teammates. [i]Lovely[/i] was quick to begin their quirky banter, while Headhunter headed off to position himself properly. Then Arsenal started speaking and he listened, faintly amused, and pleased, at their newest member's intention to take control of the situation and lead where Headhunter had apparently decided not to. Before Arsenal opened his mouth, he'd activated his bluetooth channel, specifically the one connecting him to Headhunter, so that their marksman could hear the plan too and contribute.

Once Arsenal finished he glanced to Sofia as she raised her hand, and then attempted to contribute. The poor dear seemed so out of place, he had to admit, but she was as useful as she was out of place and that certainly made up for it.

[color=#357302][b]"Well, Sofia, I think what would be most useful, personally, is if you let Headhunter shoot the engines, and in that moment you 'ignore' the wheels, causing their vehicles to sink into the ground. We wouldn't want the damage to flip them and harm our target."[/b][/color] he glanced at Arsenal, [color=#357302][b]"Or we could make the situation massively dangerous, thus over-complicating things with his power, and also possibly putting us at a severe disadvantage."[/b][/color] He shrugged slightly, his expression serious the whole time. It appeared he wasn't putting on a show for them. There was no need, he'd figured, and it also appeared that they didn't appreciate the theatre like he did.

[color=#357302][b]"Besides, once those convoys stop,"[/b][/color] he began, glancing at them and flashing a smile, [color=#357302][b]"...it will really only take a brief time for me to lull them into an obedient stupor."[/b][/color]