The group was soon escorted back onto the runway, the rain still pouring down in sheets. Takeoff was rough and once again there was little time for chat as each pilot attended to their wanzers. With such work being done the flight seemed to take no time at all and in short order they were called to get into their cockpits. The voice of the OCU Officer crackled through their comm units, "This is base. From here on out, callsigns only. No names. We don't know what kind of radio surveillance Durai has. You're about to drop onto Devil's Island. Exit the aircraft when the overhead light turns red and the door opens. Jump one at a time and only when the light flashes to signal the next person; we don't want you all crashing together as you fall. The RAFT units will activate on their own, then detach shortly before you land. Good luck out there and remember, if you come back alive you'll have hefty rewards and commendations waiting for you. Base out."<br/><br/>Halle was first off the line, her heavily armored Frost HW, with it's red paint, seemed to blend in to the flashing crimson light. She approached the edge of the ramp as it lowered fully, lept out without hesitation and soon disappeared behind the clouds. The rest of the group would follow behind her one at a time. As they fell the deceleration would kick in, slowing their descent to a more manageable and survivable level. The ride before that point, however, was fun as hell. The group managed to land fairly close together and as soon as everyone had touched down Halle waved them over. "Alright. I'm on point. Vulture, take up the rear and make sure nobody ambushes us. Himsa, right behind me. If we have any unexpected encounters I'll draw fire and you hit them from the side. Habar, support us with your rifle and keep an eye out for any other snipers. Our first target is their costal defenses. Expect enemy wanzers and soldiers. We're going to take out a costal battery so ground troops can land. Got it? Let's move."