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Gypsy sat in his Library, perusing some of the latest articles on Thaumaturgy. He smiled as he watched the download to his chipset nearly complete itself. It would make good reading for under the way, and it would be a long trip. Ireland of all places, at least there wouldn't be a ton of people around to bother him, it was a quiet country, and powerful in magic. Almost too powerful some would say. He packed his bag carefully as the last chip completed itself. Only one bag per person the boss had said, private jet should be big enough for more than that Gypsy thought, must be a big team going on this mission. Gypsy looks over at his Katana and Wakazashi, longingly willing it to come with him, but it wouldn't fit in with the rest of his gear, and even though powerful magic ran through it, it really wasn't needed, after all, not only was this a research mission, but the big guy usually had someone else doing security watch, leaving Gypsy to the analyzing. He picked up the weapons, placing them into the safe. It had taken him nearly 2 years to bond the powerful foci to him, and he always dreaded leaving them behind. Then he picked up his bag, and headed out the door, patting his pockets and body to make sure he had everything as he voiced out to the High-Tech security system, "Lock Down".

Jack sat in the office, a dour look upon his face. Looking in the mirror, he saw his fat bald head, wrinkled from age, gazing back at him, and heard that annoying voice in the background, "I'm sorry Mr Wilson, everything checks our but you know how it is, always someone out there trying to scam from us, we had to double check." Jack nods, his facial expression unchanging as he took the cred stick back, along with the bag of new Tres Chic clothing. "Not like I don't have all fraggin day to just stand here waiting or anything.", he replied in the most arrogant tone he could muster, snatching the bags and heading out the door as a buzzing sound started coming from the computer. The woman looked down, and started, "Err... Mr Wilson?", she called out towards Jack as he quickly exited the door. Seconds later followed by a security agent who grabbed his shoulder and spun him around, only to see that he had some mexican youngster in a similar jacket, with a shocked and almost angry look on his face. "Senor, que basa?", he exclaimed in his best spanish. "Err... Sorry", replied the guard, looking up and down the street. "My bad.", he called out as Jack fixed the wrinkles caused in his jacket and spun off, leaving the guard looking around incredulously. As Jack pulled into his apartment, he saw a message about 40 minutes old waiting for him. "Airport, 1 bag maximum, Private Jet, Hanger 168, 1 hour, no delay". Shit! he thought to himself, as he quickly grabbed his cyberdeck, throwing it in the bottom of a duffel bag, then quickly filled it with other miscellaneous geat. Lastly he grabbed 2 pistols and slid them into secret pockets on the sides of the bag, and was out the door 5 minutes later.

Security job? Trevos thought to himself as he slid on his favorite Victory Wild Hunt outfit over his Form Fitting suit. Looking in the bag, he began filling it with guns of varying sizes. "What?", he asks to no apparent person in the room. "Too heavy? ... ", he replied to himself as he decided on 3 specific pieces, leaving the rest here. " ... " Little over a hundred rounds total should get him through, and if the spirits were saying he shouldn't bring too much weight, he wasn't going to argue with them. He slid a meter long club into the bag last, and headed out the door, " ... "