Requiem sat uncomfortably in the borrowed car, next to the sleeping form of Kachina. He was glad that it was unlikely he would have to do a combat exit from the car, the seat was set back as far as it allowed and it was still a squeeze in the heavy security armour. His helm was already snug in place - it would take too long to put it on if the shit hit the fan. The Guardians were strapped across his chest whilst the small Lightfire was tucked into the armslide on his right wrist. An assortment of grenades were in a high shoulder position in easy reach, the rest of his kit was small and stowed away out of sight... he was ready to rock and roll, but sincerely hoped that he would not be needed tonight...