Kyle stepped off the Skyranger's boarding ramp, his B.E.F. 4420 held in one hand. He'd opted for the larger ammunition drum for this mission, which was currently slung by a single strap over his shoulder, causing it to hang at an angle. The way he moved one might almost have thought it was simply an empty tin can, instead of a steel drum weighing close to 300 kilos. He used his free hand to remove a pair of midnight blue sunglasses from his breast pocket, fitting them to his face. They were really a combination scope and targeting device that interfaced with his nano-machine network, but he'd seen no reason they didn't need to look good too. He took a moment to check that his suit was properly activated and linked to his network as well. It deployed much in the same way that his armored fists did, but he normally left it retacted as it hampered his reflexes slightly.<br/><br/>Looking around at the barren wastes, he snorted. "This is what we're protecting? Why'd I even get out of bed today." He scanned around for Ghost, not seeing her immediatly. "At least I'll get some time to chat with my new partner while we're busy sitting around."