Jay straightened, and saluted when the Lt. Col. left the room, then relaxed and headed through the armory. He walked to his locker, and opened it, pulling his sniper rifle, and his assault rifle. He slung it over his back, and sat his rifle against the bench. He began readying up for combat, grabbing his knives and medkits, and whatever else he usually carried, then grabbed his rifle up. Closing the locker, he glimpsed around quickly, before heading to the drop ship. He walked to a window on the way there, and stared down at the planet. What the hell was going on down there? He would figure it out, eventually.<br/><br/>Jay looked around, waiting for his squad leader to come, and slowly dawdled towards the drop ship. He wasn't too happy about this mission. Usually, they got at least a little bit of intel. It was generally wrong, but it did help a little. What was on the planet that was so dangerous? And why run from it? Chances are, if it can kill you, its bigger and meaner than you are.