Wasp Anti-puncture Polyamide Puffer Vest

Millitech. Bunch of wankers. Simple gig really unless you're freaking braindead. Exfiltrate some date about the whereabouts of some millitech researcher. Fuck knows why they would have it stored on this outpost in the boonies. But whatever. I don't get paid to ask to many questions anyway. Slip in during the evening guard shift. Splatter their smoothbrains and get some bitchin steaks on the way home. Just another day in paradise.