"And so it beings..." she whispered, briefly shooting Serena a sympathetic look. Isabela then got up and turned around to get the rest of the gear from her locker. She put some magazines in the appropriate pouches that were attached to her vest, and the rest remained in her bag. Hopefully there wouldn't be a need to go through them, but that was merely wishful thinking on her behalf. She expected to be shot at and hit, but dying from those injuries would be different. She couldn't even accept the thought.

Once she had the gear she needed, Isabela pulled up the balaclava which hung around her neck. She adjusted the comms device they were assigned and strapped on her helmet. She was about to grab her rifle when she realized she still wasn't done. Reaching into her locker, Isabela pulled out a pair of knee pads and adjusted them around each knee. 

[i]Ahora estoy lista,[/i] she thought to herself, grabbing her weapon and slinging the bag on her shoulder. "See you guys out there."

Outside, Isabela put her stuff next to Melnikov's and made her way around the side of the vehicle. Once she took the driver's seat, she turned to Melnikov.

"Mind if I drive?"