The demolitions expert double checks his packs again to make sure that no water had seeped in begin corroding connections. Confident that his pack is secure, he looks to the Captain for orders and crouches quietly in the shadows and darkness.

"Gentlemen", Sylph's melodic voice is heard over the transceiver, "Dont't forget to hide your packs, the signatures of the Propulsion Units is too risky to use them to get to the grate in a stealth op, and to heavy to lug around when we get there. I'm hovering about 20 meters in from the southeastern shore, and there's a pile of rubble that makes good cover for our gear, you'll notice my pack is already there if you take a look. Longer we wait, the less time we have for the Op. Fraiser, might wanna take a minute to run up ahead and see if they have the air and water being patrolled by spirit friends. I'd kinda like to know at exactly what point they'll know we're there..."

Linx does as is suggested, knowing that the intel they get provided with on missions is of the best possible quality. Looking around at the others, he smiles "why does everyone seem so serious all of a sudden?! this is the easy bit!"

Fraiser quickly turns to his commanding officer. "Ok with you Sir?"

Demitri looks at Fraiser and gives him a nod.

Laying down in a comfortable position, Fraiser leaps from his body to the astral. He orients himself and begins to check over the area.

"What I would do for the old AK 47 right now." Fingers hides her kit from view undersome bush.

"AK47? Feh! I'll take my handy HVAR, thank-you-very-much."

Eido stuffs her small kit under as well.

Hope this hurries up... I need to double check all my equipment before we have to go in guns a-blazing.

Watching the others carefully, Darlene trails as they swiftly make their way to the designated spot. She sighs with visible relief as she happily rids herself of the excess weight.

All scouts of the island report back negative on any beings, living or otherwise. Fraisers quick astral recon of the water reveals nothing unexpected.

"Alright folks, who's ready to get wet again?"

"Ready when you are Sir."

Kincaid straightens from stowing his pack with the others, taking only the gear he will need inside the installation.

Sylph is heard over the transceiver again, "I'm heading under now sir", he gazes down at the watertight pouch he's carrying to make sure his electronic gear and gun are dry-safe along with his Predator. Feeling all secure, he holds his staff against him and dives into the icy cold dark water, holding back his intake of breath as the cold rushes over him. Quick test verifies that the Oxysys is working in order, and he propels himself forward, this time with simple fins attached to his feet.

Still trying to keep everyone in sight, Lt. Madigan once more follows along with the team as they re-enter the water for the next leg of the journey.

Fitting the silencer to her preditor II Fingers attaches the Preditor and 2 extra Clips withing the a easy access section on her dry suit. All ready her kit stowed for now waiting the final move out order.

Demitri double checks his pack one last time and makes his way down into the water.

The cold water seeps around the team as they silently make there way into it. Deeper and deeper until it is above your head. Immediately the current is felt. Strong and sharp. Muscles grown, both synthetic and real as the team makes the underwater trek to the grating.

The dark murky water clouds all perception, if it wasn't for the GPS overlay and team transponders you would be hopelessly lost.

Demitri transduces over the comms, "For those who can, watch the Astral while we're swimming and keep an eye for or anything trying to eat us."

Fraiser opens his senses to the astral space around him. Shivering inside the wetsuit from the cold and the tension building as they near their objective.

Sylph adjusts his vision to the water around him. It was definitely dark here, the low light vision did little to help, but using Astral Vision would block the use of the GPS Overlay. Hearing the words of the Captain, he immediately switches to Astral though, trying to first pinpoint the location of the grate in his ImageLink. Every 30 seconds he stops to look around and behind the team before kicking off again into the murky direction of the grate, his Nagamaki half-drawn in preperation for any predatorial obstacles that might lurk in these waters.

Maintaining a pace with the team Fingers makes sure that her water tight bags are not getting caught or happering her movement. he Image links and display links feeding data from her battle tac. Having all this infomation availible is better than the anxiety that can occur without the equipment suppling infomation.
Following in mid group, keeping pace.

Zipping up his wetsuit Linx dives into the cold water, feeling the water surround his muscles as he starts swimming hard to keep warm.

Rhys resumes his role as the perpetual shadow for Lt. Madigan. She had shown herself to be a competent swimmer but he would keep following his orders and remain at hand.

The swim in the cold water is even tougher then the last one. Before you had electronic propulsion helping you out. Now it is just human flesh and bone fighting with the underwater current. Occasionally the surface will light up as a search light passes over. But you are to deep to be detected on the surface. The swim takes forty five minutes, then you find yoruselve in front of a rought iron grate that hasn't been used in thirty years. Various sea life has attached itself to the grate making it inpossibly slick.

Demitri says over the comms, "Rhys, get up here with those accetlyne torches and open us up."

Vathiel still wasn't overly happy about being wet, but at least under water she didn't have to worry about the wind and the waves. And soon enough they'd be inside and able to warm up for a bit. Before they would have to do it all over again...

"On my way."

The demolitions expert taps his ward twice on the shoulder and signals that her shadow is assuming his other duties. With a swift and controlled push with his legs, Rhys is soon in front of the gate. He pulls out the appropriate gear and settles into the task with a singular purpose.

Soon flames begin to scorch sea life as Kincaid starts cutting through the bars.

Moving in to position, Fingers keeps a look out for any patrol devices that would be in the area.

Staying clear of the others while they work... linx watches on with interest

Darlene, glad to be finished with the long and tiring swim, waits as Kincaid goes to work on the grate.

Sylph, still Invisibible to the rest of the team pulls up the rear.

Due to always looking over his shoulder, Sylph is one of the last ones to pull up to the grate, and he seems quite exhausted from the endeavor. As the team starts to get the torches going, Sylph finds a bit of a rock outcropping off to the left, and sits there trying to provide overwatch for the team as he recuperates from the long swim, stretching his muscles as best as he can in the cold water. He switches between the LowLight and Astral Perception visions every 20ish seconds as he watches the backs of the workers. His Invisibility hiding the weariness he feels from the rest of the team.