Czajka stood up and followed the rest of operatives into the armoury outside the building. The situation was bloody grim. There were only three reasonable looking guys in the team, Zvezda seemed to be drunk, the Platean one kept on insisting on using shotguns and the Prosorusiyan lady apparently arrived on board early cold war era armoured carrier. Fortunately, to his utter disappointment, Eakan operative, Smackavich, acted professionally, without spouting goofy fish comments. As for loadout, he decided to use standard equipment: one flashbang, one breaching charge and a dozen of zip ties, he decided to share with the rest of the team. Since he weren't allowed to use Elektrogradian sidearms, he settled for Colt 1911, the only gun in the armoury with reasonable stopping power. He knew the terrorists most likely wore bulletproof vests, and that's why he has decided to use an assault rife -Tarantula. He wasn't going to go in and engage spray and pray mode after all. After collecting plate carrier and the helmet he sat of the nearby bunch and started smoking.
"Yo, Hector. Using tear gas is a bad idea. The building is huge and even if terrorists don't kill the hostages right away, it will be harder to acquire targets with thick plates of plexi in front of our eyes." - He said between taking drags off the cigarette.
