Lady's and gentlemen, this is where the play for this RP happens. Nuff said.

The young man sat in his car. When your in military intelligence, your taught a lot of things. when you have to wait, for example, you taught to review what you know, and make as much use of your time as possible. But when you've cleaned your gun 47 times and gotten to the point of knowing the facts backwards and upside down, boredom will tend to set in.

Red court weapons store house at the docks. Vampires will be the only ones inside, human conspirators out side. Mission, infiltrate, set to blow, get out. Let local authority's deal with the rest.

He slid the clip back in his gun, chambered the round, ejected the clip, and put an additional round in the top before replacing it. the gun was black, and a custom Job from the good people at Browning. Originally built to house .45 caliber rounds, this one had had the barrel and other workings reset to allow for .38's instead, and been loaded with new .32's. the new ones could be fired out of a .38 caliber weapon, but only kicked like .32's and did damage like .357's! with a high capacity extended magazine, this weapon could hold and impressive 33 shots. 34, with one extra in the chamber. He'd take some extra time with these. Hydorstates would make them impossible to Id, where he bought them made sure their would be no sails record to trace, and the Glazier safety addition made sure he'd not need to worry about them hurting people not involved.

He looked up with the binoculars, and saw that his diversion was well under way. Annoying city kids in numbers had forced them to get most of the perimeter security on the problem. He got out of his car, and slipped forward, putting a silencer/flash guard on his gun as he did, and disabling the safety. A quick jump later, and he was past the fence, and moving through the shadows. He would wait near a door, His fully black outfit making him blend in. The back sunglasses and back sky mask and scarf, while hot, muffled his breathing, and made sure the whole of him blended in. His armored coat and bullet proof vest gave him protection, and he could walk silently thanks to the sponges, dyed black with black twine to tie them on the bottoms of his boots. h fanny pack covered his belt buckle, and was also black. The coat had lock pics, extra clips, his knife, a smoke and flash bang grenade, and a phone, currently turned off. the pouch had the C4 and the detonators and remote device. He was fully prepared, and the games where about to began.