"Anna. There's no technical surveillance to speak of. Seems the club is Mob bound. There's an ass load of mafiosi with bastante poco sense of humor. Once you get there, I'll keep you updated about their rough positions on an ARO map. Don't rely on these, however, since I can't afford to actually track down each and every one of them simultaneously.
Gimme a sign 'fore you get there. I'll accompany you and roast their guns if need be. Ah, and one more thing. It involves a bit of trust, but you'd make my work a lot easier if you sent me invites to mark your commlink. Strategy already saved one o' our beloved comrade's ass. There's no real risk involved, you know, as I can access it anyway if I want, but it can save time when we don't have it. Good girl.
So, and now I'll take care of Tschernenko.
Hey, special K, you wanna take care of her? Wouldn't that be a golden opportunity to speak a chunk of Russian? If you do it right, she can't even fight it" She says the last with a grin in her voice.