6:45. Outsize of Zaun. Classified Location. Ratsworth's Testing Area.

Night Cipher and his 17 DarkOps agents had been waiting in the darkness. Head to toe, full armor. Gas masks. Weapons at their sides. His mages were well rested, and ready. The acidic humidity in the air was a concern, and certainly he'd need everyone to check their gear when they were done.

The team had swept the area a few days ago and again some hours earlier. They had found no bugs, letting his mages do easy cloaking work. Though the significant lack of ground cover was concerning, there were numerous craters of various depths in the ground that allowed for his DarkOps team and himself to nestle in, hidden from the demonstration point. His agents were very good at their jobs, so he felt confident that Ratsworth wouldn't even know what was coming. From the information gathered from the contact, there wouldn't be even a dozen hostiles and a small handful of non hostiles, including the contact. Essentially the mission was overkill, the way he liked it. It meant a good chance they'd hit, get out, with hopefully all of them alive. Still, knowing he was up against one of the top 5 threats to Piltover… it made his heart beat a little faster and his blood run a little quicker.

"They'll arrive in 15 minutes, people," Night's words were hushed, though he felt somewhat silly for it. His mages had previously assured him that the whole crew could talk loudly at this time and no one would notice, but… still. Habits die hard. Attached to his left ear was an semi-flat egg-shaped hextech device that allowed his team to communicate with each other, within range of course.

"Recap. We know they're testing weapons, so we'll need to know what exactly is being tested before we go in. We don't want to jump the job without knowing what we're up against. Bird will observe the Demo Pit and let us know what we're going against. After it's over, wait for the signal from Bird. The second our contact points her gun at him, or if she gets threatened, we go in. I'd prefer it if our contact made it out alive, but remember that the Rat is our objective. Everyone in Team Alpha except for Bird, focus on Ratsworth. Team Beta, take care of any additional guards and make sure our contact gets out alive. Bird, no matter what happens, keep flying. We need you in the sky."

Confirmations came in through the communication device. He had a couple of Zaunites with him. They'd escaped the city, but were eager to help fight the evil they had once fled from. He felt confident. Ready. His blood was made for this. His head turns to the area in question.

We are the DarkOps. We can do this.