Gerad was the next out of the plane, blinking slightly in the sudden natural light. his eyes adjusted quickly, though, and were quick to spot any and all possible targets and sniper spots. with his practiced eyes, he counted 4 marshals waiting at the end of the ramp, looking ever so slightly confused at the blade on Marcus's back, standard 9mm pistols in hip holsters hidden under their jackets. there were two sedans, windows tinted and most likely bulletproof. He also saw 2 more standing on the walkway outside of the Control Tower, which had the sun conveniently behind it at the moment. this all took the few seconds he was walking down the ramp. as soon as he stepped off, he immediately stepped to the side to let whomever was behind him in front of him. his glasses had darkened with the sunlight, and his face was passive as he waited.