Now came the waiting.<br/><br/>But it didn't matter- it was good just to be back in the field again. Too much training has a way of getting on the nerves.<br/><br/>Brother Calhoun remained close to his squad after disembarking the Thunderhawk, but stood away just a bit, finding a good piece of cover that also offered him excellent firing lanes to support his battle brothers. After taking up his position and double checking his firing angles, he braces himself behind the weight of the heavy bolter in his hands- aided by the heavy weight on his back that was the backpack full of heavy bolter shells, among other things.<br/><br/>Even though he carried the weight of the heavy weapon and its ammunition his belt was still ringed by the holy duality of Frag and Krak grenades, along with a chainsword on one hip and a bolt pistol on the other. Ever the prepared soldier, Calhoun also had a holy bolter affixed to his backpack as a minor replacement for the heavy bolter should it be damaged or lost.<br/><br/>Brother Calhoun clicked on his vox.<strong>"Come Xenos. We are waiting for you to gather the courage to strike at the Emperor's faithful."</strong>He glanced over towards Brother Crixus, a half smile showing inside his helmet.<strong>"I'll be sure to gun all of them down for you, so that you may have your fun, Brother."</strong>