"New tech is always a bonus but I do hope there is no running away, it's not as fun as putting a hole through someone," Montana replied to Idaho before going on his merry way to check the armory for the items he desired for the mission. The first item was his personal M45D shotgun, something that he managed to keep and smuggle aboard the ship, they would have to pry it from his cold dead fingers if they wanted him to ever get rid of it. He then grabbed a few frag grenades. Once satisfied that he had everything from the armory he left, passing anyone else who might of been there and making his way to the ship.

"So any other words of advice, O?" Montana asked aloud, trying to get the AI in his head to speak but was greeted with silence again ",Well at least you're not talking about me being in a body bag like a few minutes ago."

[i]"Highly unlikely, there would be nothing left for a body bag if you fail to make it out of this mission alive,"[/i] a voice replied to him.

"Of course not," Montana muttered to himself ",Forgive me for being optimistic."