08-09-2013, 07:36 PM
Hood made some sort of affirmative grunt when Aria knocked on his door. Not long after he had locked up the main floor (after tossing some scraps of meat to the dogs on the porch to make sure they continue to stick around), he dropped down into the armoury, and once sure neither of the Atharim would need to go back upstairs for anything, he dropped the trap door and floor cover and locked it up.
His clothes of choice were all function; dark grey tactical pants, black SWAT brand boots. Equally dark shade of grey combat shirt was worn under a black kevlar vest with additional ceramic plates in the chest and back. And most importantly, a brown and black patterned shemagh worn as a scarf at the moment. His own Land Warriors were set atop his head, the dedicated computer tucked away into a pouch on his vest.
He flipped open a key press, displaying five identical key rings. Each had a car key, keys that were probably for the safe house, and two others. He handed one of each to the two Furia, as well as a piece of paper for each to memorize and return. "Memorize those addresses then give them back. First is a location of a small bachelor-style apartment in the Red Light district. The second is the location of a nondescript Lada Priora. A car. Very common model. Dime a dozen. The others are for the trap door to the tunnels, the door up to the safe house, and the front door of the safe house. Don't just copy it into your Wallet; if things go bad and you are captured..."
He left it unspoken; obviously, they'd just look in the Wallet and check out any addresses or contacts found there in.
It was probably over kill; the likelihood of them being separated or arrested were pretty bloody slim, but he hadn't survived as long as he had by leaving things to chance and hoping for the best. He had been trained to plan for the worst, always.
That done, and barring any further questions, he showed them both how to disarm the traps on the trap door; from the top, it was a very simple thing. From the tunnel side, it was much more complicated, but knowing the trick made it easy enough even for those uninitiated to explosives. From there, it would be up to the Furia to do as they saw fit; he was along as muscle, and would keep to that roll.
His clothes of choice were all function; dark grey tactical pants, black SWAT brand boots. Equally dark shade of grey combat shirt was worn under a black kevlar vest with additional ceramic plates in the chest and back. And most importantly, a brown and black patterned shemagh worn as a scarf at the moment. His own Land Warriors were set atop his head, the dedicated computer tucked away into a pouch on his vest.
He flipped open a key press, displaying five identical key rings. Each had a car key, keys that were probably for the safe house, and two others. He handed one of each to the two Furia, as well as a piece of paper for each to memorize and return. "Memorize those addresses then give them back. First is a location of a small bachelor-style apartment in the Red Light district. The second is the location of a nondescript Lada Priora. A car. Very common model. Dime a dozen. The others are for the trap door to the tunnels, the door up to the safe house, and the front door of the safe house. Don't just copy it into your Wallet; if things go bad and you are captured..."
He left it unspoken; obviously, they'd just look in the Wallet and check out any addresses or contacts found there in.
It was probably over kill; the likelihood of them being separated or arrested were pretty bloody slim, but he hadn't survived as long as he had by leaving things to chance and hoping for the best. He had been trained to plan for the worst, always.
That done, and barring any further questions, he showed them both how to disarm the traps on the trap door; from the top, it was a very simple thing. From the tunnel side, it was much more complicated, but knowing the trick made it easy enough even for those uninitiated to explosives. From there, it would be up to the Furia to do as they saw fit; he was along as muscle, and would keep to that roll.