As he spoke Suzumi took the weapons out of her dufflebag, lay them on the table and disassembled them. One by one she put them back together, careful to clean and oil each piece as necessary. Close quarters, shotgun was a good choice. An M4 would also have been good, perhaps even better, but she did not have time to return to her hotel room. A pity.
The plan was pretty solid, she thought as she finished up on her sidearm. At least her part was. She liked it when it was fairly simple. The more complicated you made it, the bigger chance something would go awry.
She put on her body armour, which had filled the rest of her bag. Resistant vest and protectors for her joints. And her mask. He did say discreet. Master Exploder explained her gadgetry as Suzumi did this. As far as Suzumi was concerned the ear-piece acted as a communicator. Master Exploder would be taking care of it's other capabilities.
Suzumi usually didn't speak much while she was preparing and today wasn't an exception. There was something profound and relaxing to her about gearing up. It was as if she were finding her muse, the spark that lit the fires of her life. That this was the first true operation she was taking part in only made the feeling deeper. This was to be her first masterpiece.
After all, combat was her canvas and Suzumi was an artist. She was ready.
The plan was pretty solid, she thought as she finished up on her sidearm. At least her part was. She liked it when it was fairly simple. The more complicated you made it, the bigger chance something would go awry.
She put on her body armour, which had filled the rest of her bag. Resistant vest and protectors for her joints. And her mask. He did say discreet. Master Exploder explained her gadgetry as Suzumi did this. As far as Suzumi was concerned the ear-piece acted as a communicator. Master Exploder would be taking care of it's other capabilities.
Suzumi usually didn't speak much while she was preparing and today wasn't an exception. There was something profound and relaxing to her about gearing up. It was as if she were finding her muse, the spark that lit the fires of her life. That this was the first true operation she was taking part in only made the feeling deeper. This was to be her first masterpiece.
After all, combat was her canvas and Suzumi was an artist. She was ready.