Sixty Seconds to Midnight

Mothman would prefer to do this with as little bloodshed as possible but fate seems to have other ideas in mind. If they do have to fight, this is an ideal place to do it. Now if only he could stop thinking about Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid...

George will put away the parabolic microphone. There won't be a need for additional warning of incoming soldiers. They know exactly where the enemy will funnel into the room from. Instead grabs a few extra clips of 9mm ammo and sets up shop on the opposite side of one of the shooter's booths with a clear line of sight to the door. He'll put several magazines on the table so they are easily accessible. There is no telling how many soldiers are going to be coming to check out this little camera glitch.

Swissknife finds a spot granting good cover, with a clear line of fire to the entrance, and readies his weapon.

Ferret draws his gun and checks his ammo, crouching against the wall.

Angelique takes out her pistol, finding as much cover as she can.

Sweat drips down Mothman's head as he stands with his pistol aimed at the doorway. When it becomes clear that they aren't dealing with a squad of trained killers, Mothman breathes out a mixture of a sigh of relief and annoyance. He is glad that they won't have to slaughter some faceless guards, but annoyed at the inconvenience these maintenance people have presented.

Mothman looks to the member of the team who is the most intimidating and mouths the word 'Interrogate?' while miming forcing the two employees into this room at gunpoint. If they are indeed maintenance workers, they would know every square inch of the complex. That information could be very valuable. But Mothman is ultimately fine with waiting until these two leave the area as well.

Ferret nods his approval at the plan of taking hostages as the best outcome, with killing them as a suitable alternative. They could easily take them. He remains ready waiting for the rest of the crews' buy-in.

Swissknife nods in agreement at Mothman's plan. He prepares the pepper spray, and shows it to the others - in case they need to quickly incapacitate their targets without harming them.

Angelique nods her readiness.

Seeing that no one is stepping up, Angelique takes matters into her own hands. She steps to the door and snaps it open. "What are you two doing?!" she demands imperiously. Without giving them time to answer, she snaps, "When you're done, I could use your help in here. I think we've got a rat problem." She fixes them with a stern look.

Ferret goes along and pretends he is looking for rats, stooping down to the ground presumably looking for rat feces. He is ready to spring into action though. He just looks busy.

Mothman stays put, pistol raised and ready. He hopes he doesn't have to use it and keeps his finger off the trigger for now. Even being smack dab in the middle of a secret mission is no excuse for lazy trigger discipline.

Mothman grimaces, sweat soaking his brow. This isn't good. Nope. Not good at all. What can you do? Do something. Anything!

He quickly pushes past the doorway and puts a gun in the first face he sees. "You bet your ass we got a rat problem," he snares at Speed; grabbing her by the collar and shoving her back into the room. "Nice try at tipping these guys off." Mothman hopes that Speed understands the ruse he is trying to pull.

He keeps his voice low, but as menacing as possible. It isn't easy to pull off for someone who looks as non-threatening as he does. "You two. Follow her inside. We have a few things to discuss. If you make one solitary peep, I won't hesitate to end you."

Ferret waits for a signal from Mothman to shoot but will otherwise stand down and follow them into the room.

Swissknife closes the door behind the maintance pair the others have lured in. He keeps his pepper spray out of sight but ready in his hand.