The platinum-haired Panther Neko got up and stepped toward V. "'Guns' hasn't had the need to kill anyone since we all left the military. He doesn't like killing, though he is the largest and most knowledgeable about firearms among what remains of our division." She quietly pulls a tessen ("iron fan") off of her belt and flicks it open, then begins fanning herself slowly. "He doesn't kill on a whim or without reason, even though he is not the most bright individual among us. He had to move position after I left him be due to precautions we set up, but we made a plan that if I were to come out with all of my comrades unharmed, he'll come find us when the time is right. I do not know if he will join us though."
"If we ever had to make a last-minute assault for any reason, he would pull through in a pinch. Anyways, 'T-'... Vosur... could I have my canesword back? These legs of mine are not as they used to be." He looks to Vosur with a now-gentle smile as a father would to a son.
Vosur was reluctant, but retrieved the desired object, holding it by the shaft-like sheath in front of 'Psychic'. "Opposite roles this time."
He nods and accepts the weapon, now supporting his weight on it like a true cane. "I only wish it were under better circumstances, but none of the less good to see you again."
Vosur reaches to the table he had his gauntlets, Beretta, and his Damascus Steel twin katanas, then begins putting everything on. "V, even though you think your role is worthless, consider this: everyone has skills they are capable of and will prove useful in due time. We do not know who is actually the leader of the anti-fur organization we are trying to pinpoint, we only have leads at the moment. If anything, you and 'Guns" might be able to work easily together when we come across him." He picks up his shades and places them on the bridge of his muzzle, slowly pushing them up closer to his eyes. "Those who are about to go out, make sure you have everything you need before you go. '5-Card' and 'Blackjack', for goodness sake, put on some clothes." He looks to the two chameleon brothers in seperate cells, pointing to the piles of clothing right at their bedside.
In a mirror-like fashion, the twins use the sheets that were covering them to shield any eyes from seeing them, picking up and putting on the clothing before walking out of the cells.
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