Down an alley, up a set of stairs and slipped into an unused warehouse parking lot sat a big cargo container, inside among some extra little things like extra weapons, and ammo if the group had needed it, sat a tracked UAV about the size of a horse, about 2 and a half feet wide, 3 feet and maybe a quarter tall, the GMG and the LMGs attached to it.

As everyone is getting in position and the first moves are made, Drevan hits a few buttons, the bolts on the container explosively detaching. The panel fell forward, and the UGV ground out. Drevan at the controller. Inside the container a few timed thermite grenades begin to tick, most of the stuff in there is cheap so it's not a HUGE loss. Drevan gives the controls a careful check, rotating the small turret atop it, dry firing the guns to make sure the orders can go through. As he rolls out into the street, scaring a few of the people on the street he's already loading the weapons.

As a group of fighters ran over to check on what's going on at the Hashish bar, the UGV rolled out of a side street. Right into their line of travel. The two LMGs already trained down the street towards them. Drevan grinned broadly, "Hello gentleman." The men drew pistols and in a few cases a couple of small carbines. They opened fire on the UGV. The rounds kicking and pinging off it's light armoring. Drevan laughed then depressed the trigger on his control pad. The LMGs clattering. Cutting the men down. The market burst into chaos, as the sound of the heavy rounds sent people diving for cover. Drevan picked his moments to fire, cutting down a few more men that ran to Hassam's postion.

Drevan chuckled, keying into the groups comms, "Outside is clear for now. I've got the UGV out here." He looked over to another feed. "Sadly I need to send the UAV back, if I don't it'll reach low fuel and the 'Muricans will know something is wrong." He reached over and typed in some commands, turning the UAV back around, "We've lost our eye in the sky guys. Got 3 hours left on the UGV before it's timed explosives go off. Or someone lands a lucky hit. Shall we?"