Thread: The Foxhound unit

Kitten listened to Jack as he explained the tank that was displayed in the screen. No doubt the AIs are programmed to sense threats. If the AIs feel threatened, for all we know, it can self- power up and go homocide. Kitten was already working her brain, trying to think of ways to infiltrate the tank without having to risk the AIs inside. If only they had better info on this tank, she could work something out, but because of the lack of it, they were going to have to infiltrate in order to get more info. They might be hiding it underground. Something like this wouldn't be lying inside a building, under a tarp.This she knew. Something so dangerous and pricey, no way would it be sitting in a warehouse ready to be destroyed. Having to travel to Peru wasn't bad, but what were the chances that someone would set up a welcome party for when they arrived. When he explained their prospective positions, Cecilia was a bit was a bit iffy. She wasn't sure how thick the metal on the tank was or what kind of metal if was using. Sometimes, C4 did only so much, but if the explosive was enough to weaken the metal, then they can blow through it with a rocket launcher. Getting C4 on an immobile object was easy. Putting it on a mobile object was fucking hard. If I get a better understanding on this damn thing, I'll let you two know how the explosives should be set. With that, she followed Jack to the Armory. Oh, what has Dragon given us? Dragon was an unseen ghost. He was there though invisible to everyone. He managed to get his hands on things that shouldn't be used, let alone exist. Seeing the special suits that Dragon had provided, Kitten took her, looking it out, stretching it this was and that. A kameleon suit. She had heard about it and had been dying to see and try it out. Seeing the other goodies Jack provided, Kitten grinned like a cat getting her cream. She whistled high. Taking the Devestator, she tested the weight in her hand, then aimed down the sight, loving the way her hand easily handled the gun. The H-Series was rather nice as well. Good weapons to have. Just because it was small didn't mean it was a pussy weapon. Sometimes, small was better, no matter what. Taking her suit and special weapons. She wondered what her suit did. She dealt with weapons and explosions, so perhaps it had something to do with that. Heading back to the ladies room, Kitten settled her things carefully on the bed and began to strip. Removing her boots, her BDU pants and her black wife beater as well as her bra. She unzipped the suit and slipped and squeezed her big ass in it,adjusting it here and there and zipped it back up. Grabbing a pair of slim, looking combat boots in black, Kitten booted up, tying her laces and slipped a blade inside as a just in case. Not bothering with her clothes, Kitten checked herself in the mirror, smiling. The suits felt comfortable. Easy movement and they didn't hinder at all. She holstered her weapons, placing them so they were easy access. Looking up at Raptor, she eyed the woman. What are the chances that there's more then one? She asked, thinking that there might be more then one or in the process of being more.