"Relax, kittycat." Detcord chuckled at Jonah. "You've already proven your skills; and even if things do go South, we've got the firepower to clear a path and get to ground if we need to."

The older merc tapped his teeth with his gun barrel. "Y'know, we really oughta Pinnochio the kittycat. The organbanks flash-grow mindless clones of the corpos who might need transplants- we bodyjack one of those, we've got a no-guilt body for fuzzy. And with this panacea, wouldn't even need to worry too much about rejection, if that's even a thing for Catnap. Eh, thought for later."

"For more present stuff, only mod I'd make to the plan is grabbing the janitor's credentials. Never seen an egghead who'd mop a floor, no matter how tight their security was supposed to be." he finished with a barked laugh.

He glanced at Arsenal. "Want to flip a coin as to who gets overwatch? Think the two of us are the most mobile in the air, and if the Public Eye shows up and things go shock-shaped, we'll need someone outside who can keep us from getting boxed in."

"And as far as ancient kiddieviddies go, couldn't tell you. Not as many of those as you'd think in warzones, even with the 'net." he told Key.