[Private to Snake & Falcon; unhackable]
Pre-infiltration pizza party at my place. 'Cause Snake's an indecisive bastard about picking out a lunch. RSPV and all that.
[[EDIT: in the event we don't finish this before we start the infiltration, I think it can be safe to assume these three figured out their shit, Falcon got his headset, our trio made manly friendship bonds of letsdothislerooooyjenkinsss, and made a definitive game plan. And... didn't get drunk omg imagine that.]]