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Angel would have just come out of his assignments "planning" if you could even call it that... But he would let the others come up with... An official plan but he figured that plan would go south so he had another plan in mind should that one fail. Something more unofficial as it were... Unfortunately he needed help, from someone he hated. So here he was trying to find his douche bag captain.
"Where are you... Douche..."
Angel would say under his breath looking for the guys face. Or at least catch a wiff of his scent.
Angel would walk into the room to peer over the strangers shoulder. If he went unnoticed he would watch for a moment trying to figure out what he was making before growing bored and asking rather loudly.
"So what do hickey mo-Bob thingy are you making today?"
Silas would never leave his back to the door! Angel sees him glance over in annoyance when he enters, but tries to pretend he isn't there up until the point he speaks.
"I'm about to go on a mission but due to the lack of wanting to plan and people making stupid ass decisions I need your assistance in making plan b a reality."
"I have trackers already. Subdermal trackers, however, are not as reliant as you think, assuming you want to tag a person and not an animal." Silas points out!
"Its difficult to implant it without them knowing, to which they can just remove it later. Surface trackers are much more useful. Even though they are easily removed they can be much more subtly placed if you do so correctly--preventing them from ever knowing its even there."
He finishes putting together his "gun" which looks more like a pair of brass knuckles made of hard black plastic.
"Honestly I will admit that I agree with you in saying it is a stupid plan. So with that in mind I want you to understand the full effect of what I'm about to say. That's the best plan anyone has yet to come up with."
Angel paced for a moment before turning to the stranger.
"Let me put it this way I expect that we Will fail this mission and as you have said any failure of mine is a failure of yours. So I have come to you for assistance so we don't fail that mission. Honestly this plan of mine is a last resort. I will only use it if there is no alternative to pass this assignment."
He stared at the stranger.
"Sorry I forgot you didn't want my life story. So will you do it or not?"
He pinches the bridge of his nose. Based on this, Angel was the smart one in his group.
That team was fucked.
"I will, but not for nothing. You'll have to be my test dummy." There were upsides to having Angel implanted anyway but he didn't need to know that. Might as well milk it for all he could.
"I'll even throw in a surface tracker for a plan C."
He fires a yellow beam at his stomach! It would feel like a good hard punch directly into the nerves! There's no wound!
Silas tries firing again but nothing happens!
"Long recharge time. I could shorten it but it would require a larger sized weapon to contain a larger power source. As for the effectiveness..." He puts his voice notes on hold as he looks up at Angel expectantly.
The hit was intense! Angel dropped to his knees with his left arm over his stomach while he stabilized himself with his right arm on the ground. Though he wouldn't let out a sound through his clinched teeth. He wasn't going to give this guy that satisfaction. Angel would suck air in through his teeth and hold his breath for a moment before letting out a long exhale. Then he would shakily stand back up.
"Anything else."
He would say through clenched teeth it was more of a challenging statement than a question.
"...moderate effect. Likely will not prove more than a momentary distraction." He pushes a button on his wrist and points to the chair after glancing to Angel.