"Alright. Well, I'm sure if we paid a visit to a local, well-funded hospital or medical practice, one of the staff there would keep a strong sedative. The stronger, the better--keep him out a while and we wouldn't have to take near as much." His countenance seemed to turn much more sinister after giving the plan a bit more thought--specifically, the thought of having their target sedated and possibly believing what he was seeing wasn't real. "And perhaps, once we're done, we could blow off a little stress and slowly torture him. So long as he thinks it's a dream, he can only believe it to be a nightmare he's powerless against..." Eric let out an evil laugh before he snapped back into focus. "Disregard whatever I may have just said."

Deadpool heard him say that and knew he had a dark side to him too. "Hey I get those thoughts too all the time. But in this situation torture would have to be Plan B. Not out the window...just a risky move." He said considering the pros and cons of the situation.

"Sorry about that. The thought usually just slips out when it crosses my mind. Until I can find a therapist who won't rat me out to the feds, I just chalk it up to my time in the military leaving me on the messed-up side. You might recall how it is. They train you to see targets and soon, any humanity any enemy may have slips away. Before you know it, you can justify anything. Especially anything which would be atrocious to do to anyone else."

Deadpool knew exactly how that felt down to a T. "When I was discharged, I was at 46 confirmed kills when they decided they did not need me anymore. I started lashing out at superiors from all the senseless killing and I could not take it anymore." He said taking off some of his weapons starting with two swords on his back and the knives on both legs.

"Oh, wow...46...had more use for you than they had me. US Army decided 20 was enough for me. That's only counting confirmed. To satiate the bloodlust, I had a few others...off the record...plenty I would say I could live with. Enemy combatants. Enemy leaders. The occasional foreign asshole not much different than the hick wife-beaters back home I would have loved to set up and pop one out the back of their necks. Other side business...I'm not so proud of. Mistaken identity. Crossfire. Collateral. They teach you 'ragheads are the same; even if they don't look hostile, they are. Don't mind a few 'innocent' casualties.' They're not supposed to get religion involved. They do anyway. Keeps things simple and they only offend the occasional comrade. Tell you the truth, a man's his own god if he can justify what we've done."

Deadpool nodded his head when he explained his career in the military. "I was ordered to kill off the record quite a few times. Eventually I could not see the point to it anymore. Any where they sent me, blood would be spilt. I was tired of being a trained dog doing what they asked with out question anymore. Espeically when some were on American soil." He said as he put up his two hand guns, two AR-15's off his back, and even knives out of his boots.

"I could see that. Gets pretty old, someone telling you what to do, who to kill, how to off them...they've all got some darker motive. Sounds a lot like this guy we're after. For once, it'll be refreshing to bite the paying hand. So, we roll out tonight to set up our monitoring equipment, play with the night watchman's head a bit, then wait for the right tidbit of information to drop in before we proceed. Anything else we need to consider before we get to work?"

Deadpool looked for a note book reading over some notes. "Well since it is Friday night, he should be one of the only guards there on the outside and maybe 2 guys inside the warehouse. Those guys are not the brightest and will probably be in the break room playing cards or something because I have heard them but they never leave the break room. If they were to come out the same medicine for the outside guard would be effective for them as well since they are also lazy as hell." He said looking around for a melee weapon that wouldn't kill them but knock them out long enough to inject them. "Other then that I cant think of anything that would get in our way." He said trying to think of worse case scenarios.

"Excellent. I think this would be a good time to make final arrangements before we go and install our bug. There may just be one more thing to consider, and it could affect our timing. Do you have any information on what happens when they trigger a panic alarm? It may be prudent to test the panic response reaction if we don't know. Stir up a fake emergency we can slip out of or just trip the alarm from a safe spot. We might want to bring something along where we can hit the panic button from a safe location. Though, then they would have the thing we used and could trace it...maybe we just hit the button on the way out once we get our plant in and have a safe, quick escape route."

Deadpool thought it over. "I think that could be possible. I am known for getting out of an area in a quick and silent manner." He said almost laughing. "It would be good to see how long it takes for either other workers to show up or if they have it set up for cops, how long it will take them to get there." He said thinking of all the useful information he could get. Why haven't we thought of this before?? Said one voice. Let's face it we are stupid when it comes to this stuff. Said the other.

"Great. So, that's settled. You'll trigger the alarm and get out of there. From what I hear about you, you'd be better at escaping whoever comes looking that than I would be. Hopefully, it doesn't spook Mr. Franco too bad he changes our variables too much. If they don't see either of us, they shouldn't be so scared of a phantom threat. Shouldn't be. I have no idea how paranoid these people are and I would rather not look into the depths of their depravity."

Deadpool thought about what he said. "Well from what my friend tells me, he is not the kind of guy to worry about anything. They said that he has so many lawyers that he would even worry about going to a zone knowing there was a raid. They would literately never even let him get into the cop car." He said with confidence. "One alarm trip wont worry him. Any more then one then he might abandon the site all together."

"Good. Then we just need the one test in the event our return trip goes to hell. We blow that, he's probably not coming back anyway. We'll only have that info as a reminder if someone panics too soon rather than as something to remember as we're trying to actually do our job. I suppose this concludes the pre-game pep talk. If there's nothing else to discuss, I'll see you tonight." Eric took up his rifle and started to walk for the exit from Deadpool's apartment.

Finally gonna get some fresh air outside this sulfur pit...