A black-gloved hand raised. "Assassin." A flat voice said simply. The owner of the voice and hand was seemingly talking to mid air, but he was in fact engaged in conversation with another man, almost as deadly as his illustrious self. "My initial scan indicates the structure is twenty-three storeys tall. Each floor holds at least seven dozen armed men. They are armed with both melee and ranged weapons. On every third floor, sharpshooters ring each second window, and the surrounding buildings have snipers focused on the roads as well." Kovak lifted the sniper rifle of the shooter he had pacified, and used the strap attached to it to sling it onto his back. He was clothed entirely in black and was almost indiscernible from the shadows in the dark dank room. A black helmet adorned his head, and the only thing he was equipped with more than technology was weapons, from small caliber to "blow the f***in head off yer damn shoulders!" as one Irish mercenary whom the Tenebrasque In had once encountered would have put it. He stared at the large structure before him, scanning it with infra-red imaging.
He stepped closer to the window. "Well." He spoke slightly smugly. "I am ready to begin my offensive, but I can wait if you need some time. Oh and just remember, you don't have to feel like you have to keep up with me. I'll leave you a few. Promise." Although he did not have much in the way of emotions, Kovak was as much of a sarcastic bastard as you'd be likely to find. He tensed, eying the door with an anxious expression under his helmet. "I suggest we go in through the large warehouse door on the north face of the building. That way we can take the first group from the rear."