"Sec," Avis replied, hurriedly tearing out of her seat belt and then squirming out of her black hoody. The cotton sweatshirt was dumped unceremoniously off to the side and then she reached under her seat and dragged a stiff black vest out that was clearly designed to stop bullets. It was also clear that she wasn't practiced in putting it on, but there were only so many velcro straps and she'd done it at least a few times before. Once the straps were set, and a few experimental tugs and spinal twists performed, Avis shrugged her sweater back on and zipped it over the vest. Thankfully the garment was loose, and the color made gauging its shape harder, but it wasn't invisible. Still, that was as good as she could do, so with a final shrug to settle the vest better she rearmed herself with the bottle and looked back to her companions.
"Well, here's the thing. If things are more difficult for us, they're also going to be worse off for whoever is inside, so I say forget about the special effects. We go in naked...metaphorically, I mean, and adapt to whatever happens inside. We're much less likely to throw up flags if we've got nothing, not even a veil up. I mean, I'm pretty fucking sure I remember AQ saying that they were able to somehow see through veils when they shouldn't be able to, so let's not try. Worst comes to the second worst, we're new converts from out of town. To the very worst, we go with July's favorite plan."
EQ= Glass bottle, thin kevlar bullet proof vest, burner phone, 300 dollars, and an attitude! Mana and WP in sig.
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