"Putting a bullet through a client? If she turns the wrong way at the wrong time, you'll kill her, or maim her. I wasn't told this would turn out to be wetwork." the deep bass of the troll rumbles.
"Anyway, isn't this a voluntary extraction? It would be easier to shoot with a blank and let her detonate a blood pack hidden in her vest. Someone should do the shooting when she's next to our mage and be nearest to provide some healing. Me, as the mage's "bodyguard", can stay close and make sure nobody else touches her, untill docwagon arrives."
He sits on his chair, eyes focused on the group, as if he's looking at a machine and figuring out the moving parts. "One of the mages as "assassin", or the other one as "visitor turning into lifesaver", me as "bodyguard of the lifesaver", the two guys as docwagons, springheel as decker to intercept phonecalls to docwagon, and/or delay them. Cat as backup-troubleshooter, maybe long gun for when we get into big trouble, or watching the deckers meatbod. Or a combination. Sounds like a plan."