[ There's been days of work, days of gathering intelligence. F.A.T.E.S had sent them here with a mission, but Marcos is singularly uninterested in that. He's blending in like he'd been told to. He's pretending to be Lorna's husband, which, actually, is not such an easy thing considering what's going on with them. And he has been looking for information, but his focus is on one thing in particular.

He'd promised he wasn't going to get involved in this war. That was before he'd heard there were people enslaved because of it.

Rumours have circulated around the infiltrators. Plans are being laid to attack the arena, to free those inside. Today, Marcos and Lorna are at 'their' house, and anyone who's willing to involve themselves in this is there with them. Marcos leans over a chart on the table, a blueprint of the arena's controlling facility. ]

Okay. So the arena itself is a bust. It's locked down to keep them in, which means we aren't breaking through without a miracle. But every piece of their tech is managed through the control room. We take that, it's not a prison anymore. We can open every door.

[ Providing they can get into the system. Providing they can get into the room containing the system, and past any security along the way. And providing they can take control at the right moment to let the Servus take advantage of it. Providing, providing, providing.

Marcos leans over the table, palms down. ]

We're only gonna have one chance. We mess this up, we won't get another shot at it. Best case, we end up in there with them. Worst case, we don't even make it that far.

Thoughts?

[ The day of the break-in is upon them. Marcos feels charged with nervous energy. He can feel his power beneath the surface of his skin, thrumming in his hands. He always gets this way before a job. He always has.

The plan is to get inside, drawing as little attention to themselves as possible. They need a clear run at the control room. The guards blocking the entrance are the first problem,
armed with weapons. There's a serious of magnetic scanners and searches waiting for them beyond the door. They have to take it, and take it fast.

Marcos meets Lorna's eyes, then moves into view with his hands outstretched. As the guards start to raise their weapons, a light bright enough to white out the entire area flashes out of his hands. To anyone unprepared, the light is momentarily blinding, buying them the seconds they need to get past the guards and deal with the scanners. Marcos moves fast, trusting that he won't get there alone. ]