Richard took a swing of whiskey from his canteen before he stowed it away in one of the containers in in the cramped cockpit of his suit. He took his other hand of the stick as he used his another hand with a cloth to wipe the sweat off it and his forehead. Richard had been in this type of business for a long time, but every time he still got the shakes before the adrenaline kicked in. He never knew if this could be his last mission and with his wife and ten year old wife at home he couldn't afford to just go off and die, at the same time, these types of jobs paid well so he couldn't afford to quit anymore. Even if he did quit he didn't have any other skills other then pilot his frame. 

The transport shuttle shook violently as it dove towards the surface avoiding enemy fire, and just when you thought the violent shaking with off. The shuttle just as violently flared its thrusters to slow the craft down as the doors opened to reveal a barren landscape. 

[quote]"Fall in!" Eliška called. "We're going to follow this canyon to the heart of the fighting station. Those turrets probably have a bead on our last location. Let's get this done and earn our keep. Nothing a few gangbangers can do to keep us down."[/quote]

It wasn't long before Eliska called out contacts and Richard quickly and quietly operated his frame to fall into line with the rest of the squad, his frames rear thrusters firing up to propel his machine forward the frame's left arm reaching over and retrieving the two strum faust's located on it's back and firing them off at the approaching frames. Their explosions lighting up the barren landscape.