The first to board the nearest dropship was a fully-geared female soldier with a spring to her step and an assault rifle in her hands. Anya always made a point of being prompt, it at least earned some appreciation from her superiours both here and in Belgium. She opted for conventional equipment all around, partly because she wasn't familiar with those railguns and power armours, and partly because most of the other stuff on offer would weigh her down too much. Being in the right position was far more important against these things than slowing down for the sake of taking - what - one extra shot? If these things caught you, you were dead. She learned that on behalf of others. For this engagement, Anya took her sidearm, rifle, kevlar, knife, smoke grenade, and medkit, all as provided by the ParaCom armoury. Their tools seemed reliable enough.

As she strapped herself in, any enthusiasm Anya held in her face was dissipated by the reminder that her brother was clomping up the ramp after her. He carried a heavier compliment; powered armour, a light machine gun, a grenade and a rocket launcher. His disproportionately bulky armoured form gave its usual infuriating smile as he saw Anya and secured himself on the seat opposite her. [i]"Nice opening mission, I've always wanted to visit Marrakech."[/i] Luc commented in French as he clipped on his seatbelt. Anya simply glared back. [i]"Quoi? What did I do this time?"[/i] Luc said defensively in response to Anya's look.

[i]"Do you ever take this seriously? This is a mission, not a holiday."[/i] Anya said sharply.

Luc furrowed his brow, and faced both his gloved palms up, [i]"Of course I do! Come on, sis, it's not as if everything has to stick-up-arse serious."[/i]

Anya threw up her own arm as she shot back in rapid-fire French. [i]"Argh! It's bad enough you have to be on the same team as me, let alone this program, but do you have to be so big headed as to toss around your big over-compensating weapons like beach umbrellas!?"[/i]

[i]"Hey! They're delicate instruments, they have a role-"[/i]

[i]"Yeah, like making up for your tiny prick!"[/i]

The arguing continued for anyone to witness after stepping inside, if they could understand it, that is. In any case, they could probably understand that it wasn't a civil conversation. Both siblings had agreed to speak English when talking to most others in the program, as it was the common language used, but they tended to keep their arguments in their first language to preserve the potency of their vocabularies.

For this mission, the siblings' friend, Angus, was sitting out and observing from the control room. As there was a limit on how many people they were going to take on a sweep and clear, he would have to wait for next time. In the control room, he chuckled cross armed at the siblings' argument coming through the radio. "Some things never change," he said with his distinct Londoner accent.