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Zed is sitting in one of the booths, and the table in front of him is covered with printouts. "Blueprints" doesn't quite seem appropriate. Better to call them "blackprints."

Zed is both studying and not studying them. Not studying them because, really, he knows the layout of MiB Headquarters by heart. But it's been a while since he had to retake the facility from an enemy force, and he's never had to do it against something as insidious as Black Oil.

So he's studying them. Planning tactics. And drinking whiskey. But mostly planning.

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The Bunny has his own Rum.

"Anything new?"

Zed looks up, then nods at the Bunny.

"Not much. Just printed out the schematics and plans for MiB HQ. Don't really need it." He taps his head. "All up here ever since day one. But it helps with the tactics."

"How about yourself?"

"Scrounged up a flamethrower."

The Bunny grins.

"Although, someone mentioned a proton pack?"

Suzi is pretending (badly) that she did no such thing as dance and squeal for joy at getting a pretty dress from a friend. She doesn't have to pretend about the serious cast to her face, though, when she sees Zed. "Hello, Agent Zed. Anything new?"

"Some of the team will have proton packs, but how many will depend on the number we can get our hands on. Bar won't replicate them--too close to a weapon. So we'll have to see how many we end up with."

"Anyway. If you have that, you're not going to be needing a pack. Had a chance to give it a field test?"

"Heh. Yeah."

The Bunnies eyes glow.

"Took out a ship fulla orcs."

Zed looks up and smiles. Then squints and rubs his eyes.

"Hello, Suzi. Nothing yet." He gestures at the plans. "Just running through some possible scenarios. It'll take a few days to run through all the alternatives. It always does."

"How are you? You look like you've been shopping."

"Alright. I can identify baselines at about a quarter of a mile in open space, and about two rooms away indoors." She informs him, followed by, "No, a friend made it for me. It's a red and black dress!"

"Well, you're welcome to have all the toasted Oil you can make."

Zed is feeling generous. At least about that.

"Good."

The Bunny peers again.

"So whats the plan fer the others?"

Zed nods, clearly impressed. "That's better than I was hoping for. MiB HQ has inhibitors in place to limit telepathy and electromagnetic transmissions, but the shades you'll have will give you code-access to the override controls. If it works like it's supposed to, you should have a slight advantage over the Oil. Detecting it just before it detects you. Or us."

If it works.

He smiles at the dress. "So I see. Very pretty. Special occasion coming up?"

"Nu uh, Angel surprised me with it." Had to let it out once, too. Suzi's assets were more than expected. "Um. I have no idea what lots of the things you just said mean. Electromagnetic...? Code-access override?"

Zed shakes his head. "Not clear yet. Still running through possible alternatives. The problem with the Oil is it could take advantage of the facility's structure in ways I haven't had to deal with before. If I had a team of MiBs going up against typical alien soldiers, I'd say adopt standard urban fighting methods, enhanced with MiB zero-G combat training. We'd have them cleaned up in a matter of hours."

"But this, with the enemy possessed by Oil and our team having a varied mix of skill sets... We'll have the advantage of surprise, probably a few other advantages too. But it's going to take a while to work out tactics that will have everyone on their best footing but also tactics that even civilians can follow."

"It'll happen. But it'll take time."

Zed chuckles at himself. "Sorry. Been wrapped up in this too long."

"You won't need to worry about the technical details. The point is you should be able to detect the Oil before it can detect you. After that, the rest will be up to the team."

"Alright." She says easily. Suzi? Is very used to not having a clue what is going on in anything more than a very limited way. That pretty much sums up Milliways, if you want to be honest about it. "I'm pretty much no-tech, so it's not unusual for me to be confused."

"I'll make sure you're not confused about the things you need to know. That's what taking this time to prepare is all about."

Zed eyes the plans. "I'll also want to give you some areas in the HQ where you can run for cover if you have to. Places I doubt the Oil will get to. Just in case we can't get back to the Front Door easily."

"Not trying to worry you. Just thinking ahead."

"Well?" Daniel hisses in front of Zed's booth, giving Jack a nudge foward.

A deal's a deal, after all.

"Agent Zed, I am more than happy to have lots of plans to run away." she says quietly and firmly, "I'm not a fighter, and I don't want to be a fighter. Areas where I can run and hide are a wonderful idea."

Zed chuckles. "Suzi, don't be surprised if you have the fighters running right behind you."

"In a combat situation, anything can happen. This could turn into a guerilla war before we're done. You plan for everything you can, all so you can ride the wave wherever it takes you."

"I know." She says quietly, "I helped Michael last week. There was an invasion. I helped the healers."

Zed looks up and squints. That's only because he's been staring hard at the plans for quite a while, but it doesn't look much different right now from the look he usually reserves for new recruits.

"Can I help you, gentlemen?"

"Fine, fine," Jack mutters to Daniel, and then puts on his best smile as he steps forward.

"Ah, yes. Hi there. I'm Brigadier General Jack O'Neill and this is Doctor Daniel Jackson. We were just wondering if you could possibly enlighten us about ... this place. Whatever it is. We're new," he adds by way of explanation.

There -- introductions and a brief explanation taken care of. Daniel practically owes him.

"Sometimes I think the healers have the toughest job. Having to deal with the aftermath. The fighters usually get to spend that part unconscious."

She shrugs a little, "I'm glad I was there. It's better that they hate someone they'll never see again than that they hate another survivor."

Because sometimes friends and family are hurt so much that all you can do is make dying easy.

"Just arrived, huh? Take a seat, gentlemen." Zed gestures to the booth opposite his.

"The name's Zed. I only just got here myself, but I've had reports about this place for over a year. So I knew just what a nuthouse this place was before I came."

Zed seems less than pleased about Milliways, but then, no one ever said he was a one-man welcoming committee.

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