Andrew had looked forward to this operation all day. He had been briefed on all the bits that he needed to know and he knew his job well: to aid the Strike Team in fighting the enemy forces and drawing fire off of them so that they could continue on with their assigned mission. A small smile was on his face at the last order. Drawing the enemies attention was something that he did best, hence why he always armed himself with missile launchers and a grenade launcher. Explosions always drew a persons attention away from something that they were doing, and since he would be constantly firing, the enemy would have no choice but to confront him unless they wished to be blasted into scrap.<br/><br/>About thirty seconds before the landing boat touched land did his wanzer, Bishamon, grumbled to life as its various systems and functions came online. "Alright Devil Dogs, let's show them what happens when you incur the wrath of the USN!" he spoke into the shared coms before switching over to an open channel. An idea entered his mind, but he held off on it until the landing ship's ramp clang open and everyone began to fire. Andrew added his own firepower into the barrage before having his wanzer stride out of the ship. "Tell the men the Calvary's arrived." he contacted Halle.<br/><br/>His wanzer moving towards the enemy, his grenade launcher spat out death as grenade after grenade was released and sent arcing to the enemy wanzers to try and cripple their legs and alternated to fire off another salvo of missiles into the approaching enemy ranks. "Get your ass's out from behind that building or I'm coming to force you all out." Andrew contacted once more as he took cover and carefully fired off several more grenades from the safety of his cover. He was certain that he had the enemy's attention, but was careful not too take too much fire himself. His wanzer might have been built to take punishment, but even it and he wasn't invincible.