Mike was leaning the chair back, half dosing when silver stepped up and started the briefing, coming round he leaned forward, the chair touching floor quietly as mike listened. it would be a training mission before they advanced to dealing with whatever the mystery was haunting the LDF. he didn't like the fact they had no idea what they were up against, but at least he got to go out in his Gear. seeing as Raisa booted up her, rather advanced, tablet, he took out his, smirking as hers chirped and chimed, while his larger, but quiet comparison linked into the Claws local net. 

he listened to the expected hostiles and winced, Prowler is a pretty specialized unit, with relatively no anti-air capabilities, sacrificing them to be an excellent recon/assassin mech. tapping at the pad he fought the desire to change weapons, the group would probably be thinking the same lines and covering those bases anyway. it would be better if he stuck to what he knew, and did it well, instead of trying to change up now. frowning he cursed quietly and requested and additional 50 rounds for his shotgun, just in case. turning his attention back to blade, he slid the pad back into its pocket and leaned forward as Raisa asked her question. he hadn't thought about it, but it would be a problem if the intel proved to be in a literal briefcase or a computer without wireless access, curious, he waited for blades answer.