Mason grunted. "Should've expected it with you on the go," he admitted, not taken aback by the fact of Sam 'acquiring assets', "Moss, or Mr. Moss as you'll know him, is an old friend of mine. He usually checks up on day-to-day operations, but it was hard to monitor the Dojo before we set up base here. I'm guessing you'll probably be seeing him too sometime soon." He twisted his watch face and swiping across the air, changing the hologram to a detailed blueprint for some kind of helmet. No, not a helmet - a mask. A metal mimic of a man's face, cold and without any emotion. "Seeing as you've had past history here, we thought it well give you some discrepancy along with a few personal additions. You have your typical filters, various sight modes and whatnot. But in there you have flashbang polarizers, visual cognitohazard-resistants, interfaces that can calculate a target's profile based on appearance and database, and more. I can take any other additions you want and add em right now." Mason shrugged with pride. "Best part of my day is doing this, so don't be afraid of anything."