After waiting for a few minutes, and listening to the Russian's indignant exclamations against Ms. Standoffish, Kyle begins to wonder whether or not the others are joining them or taking their leave here and now. Either way, they've been briefed and are "on the clock," so the soldier's not about to go back and start checking on people.<br/><br/>Instead, he simply moves to the next step... Slinging Wanda back over his shoulder, the soldier moves around the side of the transport and climbs into the back-seat, taking a brief moment to look over his shoulder at Shev and Kate.<br/><br/>"I'm going to get geared. Let me know when you figure out who has shotgun."<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Since he has the back seat to himself for a little while, Kyle doesn't worry too much about the cramped quarters. He lays the heavy plastic case down on the seat, and with practiced rhythm he punches in the code on the lock, causing the case's top to spring open. In the bottom compartment rests his beloved partner... Sure, the Walther 2000  (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Walther_WA_2000)rifle is a bit out-dated in this day and age, but his family has always treated the gun like a treasure; and besides, he put a good deal of his salary from his days in service into making sure the thing was as reliable as any of the newer, bigger caliber guns.<br/><br/>But right now, it's the top compartment that's important. Kyle strips down to his skivs and an undershirt, and lays them out on the seat, and goes through the motions of replacing them with the G-Tac suit that he had... procured... from his base's armory. They were being shut down anyway, so why should they care? It's not necessarily the fastest process, but a few moments later the marksman is ready to roll,  (http://blog.nstoyanov.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/sniper2.JPG) hood down with Wanda sitting patiently in his lap. Idly, his thumb traces the little line of initials scratched into the heavy wood stock... his, his fathers, and so on up the line.