"Laz, you take those grenades... I'll already be loaded down a bit. They look like gas ones far as I can tell, so don't use them too hastily. Now, if we're going in with a bang, I suppose I'd best get the gear sorted..."
With those words, the guardsman moved over to the locker where he'd stashed the gear he couldn't take with him on the undercover task. He began laying out the items on his cot, checking each one over to see if they were in order. A lasrifle with three spare charge packs - two moved slightly aside. A belt of grenades, 7 in all, of varying types. Three boxes of shotgun shells, 24 rounds in each, save the one training round expended earlier. Standard-issue flak armour. The shells he handed to the Eldar, while two frag grenades and two lasrifle charge packs were passed to Laz. The laspistol found in the Magos' quarters was also passed to the Eldar.
"You've got your main weapon and a melee fallback, here's a sidearm to go with it," he told Silharrion, then turned to Laz. "And ammunition and spare grenades for you. Try not to waste them. Now, a rough plan of assault would be good to have. Is there anything you recall about the place? Defences, personnel, access routes? Size, layout of the place, likely security measures?" he listed off his questions in a calm, detached manner as he pulled on his own armour and finally strapped the gas-mask loosely around his neck, ready to be quickly pulled on if the need arose.
