Matthew looked up and nodded as Campbell entered the dropship. Also known as Boomstick by many in the 101st, Campbell was a prime example of a 101st soldier: Lean, tough as nails, and cyberteched out the wazoo. Whereas regular military had a limitation to the amount of cybernetics they could have implanted in them - for standards, safety, and regulatory reasons, the 101st, like the Ghost Corps they were modeled after, did not. 101st members were allowed to apply virtually any amount of cybertechnology to themselves as they wanted, as long as it didn't run the risk of exploding and killing everyone around them. Boomstick was a highly effective frontline combat soldier, and was easily the team's 'muscle', giving them plenty of credit as a private security firm. He had yet to see her in action, but anyone entrusted with a set of PA-2 Sentinel Armor was a welcome addition.

The third person to enter the dropship was considerably more talkative than the previous two combined. The man was almost a youth: Short, somewhat lanky, and more eager than Matthew would have liked. He didn't recognize the man, but his neural interface quickly identified the soldier as Lucas Clint. Clint was supposedly fairly new to the 101st, causing Sykes to raise an eyebrow to exactly why the young soldier was brought along. His dossier provided no insight to the soldier's specialties, though a single note written by Sergeant Culp mentioned that the man had a good eye for tracking people and things down. The dossier made no mention to how talkative the soldier was.

Leaning forward, Matthew listened in silence, staring him down with steely gray eyes, as the youth finished. "You won't be able to hear anything if you don't keep your mouth shut." Sykes in a withering tone. "We're on this boat because we look like mercs, not gossiping school children."

The boy was relaxed, unprofessional, and therefore in Matthew's mind, unreliable. He said nothing more as the rest of the team filed onto the dropship. As the last of the team entered the ship, the dropship's loading ramp raised and closed shut, sealing them in utter darkness with a hiss as the ship sealed itself. Moments later, the lights flickered on, a pair of track lights on either side of the ship's interior dimly illuminating the inside of the ship. A viewscreen was present on the wall by the door to the pilot's cabin, which displayed the ship's forward facing camera, mounted underneath the chingun.

For a while, all the camera showed was the blackness of space, bordered by the horizon of the planet as the dropship began descending into the planet Liria's atmosphere. The camera soon shut off as the ship began its burn through the planet's atmosphere, the interior of the ship heating up slightly, but noticeably as it plummeted. After an uncomfortably long period of time, the dropship's interior began to cool down, the camera flickering on.

The camera focused and revealed to the occupants of the dropship the massive cityscape of New Vienna, the capitol city of Liria. New Vienna was one of the largest cities in Coalition space, even by UEE standards. Containing not one, but two orbital elevators within its limits, New Vienna stretched across a massive swath of land, with buildings commonly reaching up to hundreds of stories high. Its streets were busy as cars and pedestrians moved in large numbers, above the streets, maglev trains and shuttles flew through regulated aerial freeways. Common colors in this near-Utopian city were white and a tanned-gray, often times with splashes of dark red thrown into the mix. The building's were long and tall, but thin, and more often than not with rounded corners, and commonly with massive holo projection screen 'billboards' displaying various advertisements on their flat faces.

As the dropship began to enter the city's airspace, a pair of patrol/enforcer gunships approached them. As one pulled up along either side of the dropship, a pair of green lasers scanned the sides of the dropship, and presumably its interiors, scanning for contraband. The seals on the duffelbags must have worked, because the gunships flew off without any conflict. The team's dropship was free to fly into the interior of the city. The dropship approached one of the shorter buildings, a multi-story building that the team's neural interface identified as belonging to the 'Peacemaker Security Firm'. PSF was one of the many smaller security outfits hired by Poseidon to protect their labs. Poseidon was a very powerful Coalition research company, forging documents for the 101st to get into one of the top research facilities would have been prohibitively costly as well as risky. It was much more simple, reliable, and easier to obtain the documents and authentication they needed by taking them from another company. In this case, the smallest fish in the pond was none other than the Peacemaker Security Firm.

As the dropship began to near the PSF building, Matthew reached over and grabbed his duffel bag, tearing off the seal, and opening the bag. He grabbed his sidearm and slid it into a holster under his arm, along with several magazines of ammunition for it. He then pulled out his ACS and switched it to its carbine configuration, and fitted a suppressor onto it. He pocketed a biogel dispenser and tacked a single electron grenade to his holster and pulled his suit jacket back on. He looked at the others. Until they secured the PSF building, they were going in without their armor. 101st power armor was too valuable to allow the Coalition to obtain, and until they had a secure place to store and equip their armor, they could not risk taking it off the dropship. 

"Ready?" He asked plainly, as the dropship reached the top of the building, its bay door opening to reveal the roof.

A single PSF soldier had been lazily standing at the roof as the dropship approached. He approached the ship, wondering why a dropship not belonging to the PSF had landed on their helipad. As the soldier approached the open bay door, rifle at the ready. He opened his mouth to speak. But before he could say anything he heard a muffled [b]-Wump!-[/b] and his head jerked violently backwards, as he crumpled to the ground, like a puppet with its strings cut. 

Sykes stared at the fallen body through the sight of his carbine, its muzzle smoking. He calmly shouldered his carbine and stepped off the dropship and onto the roof of the PSF building. The roof was quite nice, like the rest of the city, clean and flat, with a large helipad for ships. At one end of the roof, where the guard had been prior was a small, single room building, with large glass windows allowing people on the roof to see into the building with little difficulty, Inside the room was the door to the stairwell and an elevator that would take them down to the rest of the building. PSF owned the top 4 flours of the building, so the 101st team would have to clear them out before they could set up their own base of operations. Other UEE operational support had already sent the vast majority of the PSF - along with their one drop/gunship on a wild goose chase into the countryside, where they were blasted to smithereens by a few artillery rounds from a small Coalition outpost, whose computers somehow marked them as hostiles.

As such, the 101st only had to deal with a skeleton crew's worth of guards. Still, they were without their armor on, so they had to be cautious.