Xue clambered up the nearest drop ship's loading dock, his red iron armor glinting in the morning sun. Clutching a standard issue ParaCom shotgun, he scanned the interior of the vehicle. Dim fluorescent lights flickered overhead, metal seats lined the "In Case of Emergency" poster-covered walls, and a duo of soldiers sat a couple feet away, arguing in what Xue presumed to be French. Being the asocial one he is, he ignored the couple, instead taking a seat on the opposite side of the transporter, where he could view the drop ship's entrance and gaze at the ParaCom headquarters. 

As he buckled himself in, Xue rechecked his inventory, making sure that his submachine gun, grenades, ammunition, and, most importantly, shotgun, were all in place. He smiled, knowing he was prepared for whatever the paranormal forces were willing to throw at him, and was about ready to kick his feet up when he realized he was missing his signature jetpack. He quickly unstrapped himself from his seat, ran down the loading dock and into the armory, where his jetpack sat on a precarious pile of crates.