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She couldn’t remember the last time that she had gone to the flats other than to collect ears for her rituals. It wasn’t something that she enjoyed, which Juliet was sure was a side effect from Cassadee - she herself didn’t particularly care for the idea of getting dirty. She enjoyed watching the dirt and grime from a day of hard work going down the drain, really. As she looked around, her green eyes took in the shambling creatures and the few ferals that lingered around with vampire. When one shuffled too close, the brunette simply took a step back and watched as it fell, causing her to shake her head and mumble something in spanish. Internally, Cassadee chimed, “You aren’t Mexican any more.”

It was something that Juliet continued to ponder until she reached the group and hugged Skylar in return, a chuckle escaping past her lips before she pressed a kiss to the blonde’s cheek in return. “Hey.” She was used to the other woman and appreciated her greetings and personality, fully. Some made her blink at times, but they were Skylar and it could always be counted on to brighten up her mood. “Night at the club playing again?” She questioned, but then looked over to Doc, giving a nod of her head in greeting. A hand went into the side pocket of her jeans as she let her arms slip away from Skylar and she listened to the gathering, looking back to her brother with a curious expression.

He had mentioned pest to kill, she didn’t mind the idea. Sewer dwellers… Juliet wasn’t a big fan of Paladin. Before, she’d have difficulty with them. Once, she’d even teleported one for slaughter and ended up trapped to high hell; the thought itself brought her hissing in reality. “Well, I’m game. Let’s try not to get a knife stuck in their leg, but in their chest, yeah??” Although she knew there was a time for seriousness, and this was one of them, she couldn’t help the teasing smirk that played across her lips as it was directed towards Roderic. Her arms moved to fold in front of her chest as her expression fell lightly.

“Why are they out of the sewers, through, and out in the open?” Juliet couldn’t think of anything of importance in that area of the city; of course, she knew that ritual ingredients were gathered there… Freyja question brought Juliet out of her thoughts and her green eyes turned to the other blonde. “At least a ballpark estimate might be good.” Although, as she noticed no one else was arriving, at least it seemed to be a decent amount. Noticing the woman’s anger, Juliet reached out with mild reluctance between squeezing her shoulder before letting her hand fall again. A silent way to let the other know she was there if talk was needed, later.

“So the obvious question is how are we going to go about this? I doubt guns blazing would be brilliant.” The terminology made her pause a moment and she shook her head briefly. “They’ve got the training for something, at least might as well get them to when they least expect it.” Juliet frowned. Once upon a time, she would have grimaced to hear the words coming out of her mouth. But, that was before the betrayal of some, the losses and the disappointment. “I’ll help in any way possible.” Already, she begun to think of her strengths and weaknesses; power usage aside from shields, combat… Juliet fell quiet again and inclined her head. She shifted her weight.

She didn’t want her family to get hurt from mistakes.

Doc: Ric was busy acknowledging those gathered around him, as Skylar quickly wrapped Doc into a welcoming squeeze. “Hi Kid, staying out of trouble?” He gave her a lopsided grin, along with the rhetorical question. Skylar was always into something, she was cute like that. He had no idea how Ric managed to stay sane around her. But that thought was quickly dismissed as there was no time to waste on small talk, because Ric launched right into the reason He had texted them all. And as Doc listened, he straightened ever so slightly. The Paladins were grouping and practicing? This was not good. This type of thing needed to be stopped sooner, rather than later.

Skylar seemed all gung ho for a killing spree. Doc smirked crookedly at how easily she could bounce from one thing to the next with such apparent ease, when for him, it was always a chore. He liked to be methodical in his approach to things. Methodology and spur of the moment, did not go hand-in-hand. However, action was called for in this instance, in his mind, so he gave Skylar an approving nod.

Sliding his glance around to the others in the group, he saw the little one, River, almost physically wilt away from him, and take shelter behind Ric. What the ****? He wasn’t going to do **** to her but she acted like he had, and would do so again. He sighed inwardly. He would never understand females. Never. Skylar had no problem with him, she even hugged him, so why did River shrink away? Thus he decided to give her a look. It was meant to be playful, to make her loosen the **** up; and while the Leather Chick asked how many’, Doc sidled up to River and attempted to drape his arm around her shoulders and squeeze her close to him, like they were old friends.

His gaze went from the Leather Chick to Jewels, then on to Ric. “I think Jewels brings up an excellent point. Why are they practicing? As much as I am for eradicating the bastards, knowledge is power. The more knowledge we have at the onset, the better we are. Odds are against us in eradicating them one hundred percent in one attack. So if we could get some intel on them. Find out why they are now practicing in the open, and what are they gearing up for, we will be in a better place to strike them where it hurts most.” Doc paused for a moment, “Don’t get me wrong for what I am about to say, because I think we need to strike and strike fast, but we also run the risk of putting them on the alert, if we do not have a decisive victory. So what to do we know? And what can we find out.. relatively quickly?” He slid a sideways glance at River, and then looked back at Ric with devious glint to his eyes, “Sparky and I,” and by Sparky he meant River, “Can go nose around and see what we can find out. Look at her. She’s ******* adorable. Who wouldn’t want to spill their innermost thoughts to her, if she turned on that smile of hers?” Yea, he was a ********, but an amused ********.

The mystic wasn't entirely sure whether or not to volunteer, but she did anyway, “I can be one to go spy on them unless you can think of anything else you’d prefer me for.” She knew how to navigate and observe, but this was a little different than when she was human and out in the woods with her cousins. They wouldn't have to worry about being smelled, only seen or heard which made things a little bit easier. “I can also shield everyone if I do go, may be good to be a bit faster.” Her weight shifted from her right foot to her left as she spoke, the butt of her gun becoming more evident under her shirt as she moved around.

A small smile was given back to Freyja and she nodded, showing she understood, and then her green eyes traveled to Doc and River. Juliet shook her head, sighing. “Don't scare the girl too much, she’s very sweet. Probably will have enough issue staying this way with Ric as her sire. But the idea of having her observing from afar would be best, probably wouldn't do any of us good if she gets hurt.” Her words were good natured before she watched Skylar and wondered how much her friend had to drink. It was a concerned note, but she figured Skylar was able to do something to sober herself up, right? “I like the odds of eight or nine. It’ll be easy to work around.” Juliet said after a few moments, thinking. She thought about different ideas, suggestions to make.

She hadn't been around when the Paladin had arrived in Harper Rock, had she? She’d likely been in the shadow realm or in Mexico. One or the other. The woman couldn't remember, but she could remember the first time one of the bastards had cut open her throat. As she looked at the group, she considered appraising them one by one, finding their strengths. It would be something to suggest, later, she thought. Maybe to help figure out who could go with who during the full on attack. “I can buy what we may need off the auction.” There were usually some lower quality traps on there, but occasionally decent ones were found.

Damage was damage, really, in her eyes.

“If they're fully focused on their training, we might be able to get the upper hand without much difficulty.” She knew from experience if she was distracted with work or training, that was where her mind was and she could get lost in it. Juliet reached into her pocket and curled her hand around her lucky rabbit's foot. Her weight shifted again. “I’ll have to head over and get my custom from Refractions, but it's not too far of a walk. The sight on my .44 isn’t as accurate as my other one, though, when we do take the vermin down.” At the thought of ammo, Juliet thought she’d be good - she had a decent amount of rounds on her.

Distance could always be good, especially if one was a better shot that way. Her keys jingled in her pocket as she moved her hands slightly. She grimaced. The keys and the cash she knew she had in her pocket would certainly need to be removed from her person.

Doc: If Doc was the empathetic, sympathetic sort he would feel guilt stricken by Sparky’s reaction. He could feel her physically shaking. No. Shaking wasn’t strong enough. She was quaking. He had heard the expression, ‘quaking in their shoes’, but he had never actually witnessed it, until now. But Doc wasn’t empathetic or sympathetic. So her negative reaction did nothing to dissuade him from his plan. “Relax Sparky.. it’s not like I am asking you to have sex with them for information..” His tone was light hearted and low, mostly for her only, but the others might hear if they were so inclined. He gave her a reassuring squeeze before releasing her. He tried to make eye contact with her. “You are perfect. You’re quiet, cautious, you like to blend. You don’t stand out. You have that ‘sixth sense’ that warns you to be wary. You’ve already mastered what it takes most people years to figure out.” He gave her a reassuring smile.

The blonde spoke up, and then Jewels offered to go with Sparky and himself. Doc’s voice moved back to normal volume, though he did cast another cautious look around the room before saying, “I like the idea of the shield, thanks Jewels. And yes.. plan on being on the team. Here is what I am thinking, we are not going to confront them and try to trick them into telling us anything, it wont work. They are paladins.. they have a sixth sense, about our kind. I was being ******* facetious before. But we are going to distract them..rather I am going to distract them, while you and Sparky search their camp and use this..” He held up his phone and lowered his voice again, he didn’t want just anyone to know what he was going to say, “We aren’t going to talk to them at all. But we are going to steal all the info on their phones.. with mine. Ari is an awesome hacker. She adapted this program, that when my phone is bumped with theirs, their phone then starts sending my phone, all their contacts, recent calls and text messages..”

Giving Ric a look, he canted his head slightly to the side, “Chances are good, the hunting grounds aren’t the only area where they are training. Even if we don’t find out anything concrete, there has to be a location where they are stocking supplies. Taking out the members is important, but we need to make sure to really hurt those we may not get, for whatever reason. If we are lucky with the information we get, it will be able to be tracked back to a location. So.. do we have anyone that has some bombs.. or can make them? Because I think we need to go big.” he paused, “If you all think that’s suitable?”

Maybe they wouldn’t want to have explosions going off. It would draw attention to the area, but Doc was already thinking ahead about what story and or rumor that could be spread to make the cops think these paladins were really right-wing American Extreme Militia that were trying to take over Harper Rock as their new base of operations. The recent standoff in the States that was all over the news, made it likely the rumor would spread fast. The explosion could be put down to carelessness of the Militia. He smirked crookedly.