"Hunts get the runner paid back so yah know," she says over the com link and into the hangar, running diagnostics quickly and pulling Hound into the back of the mech, where the currently empty ballistics case use to be.<em>Actually, having rockets for this instead of a gun would be alot easier for carrying, though less appealing to the rest of the group,</em>she thinks to herself as she tests the skimmers she installed, then the leg sheilds, then the servos on the pitons just in case. "Last call," she calls through the radio, releaving herself from her mechanical belt and leaning back to look up at the screen above her, checking the map she would need to take and knowing that her equipment would render her blind if she relied on it. "Thank god for GPS and IR."