“Ain’t no other way to start it.” [i]He shouted over the roar of the dozens of diesel engines around them. Most of his men seemed stalwart and unfazed by the newcomer, assuming that he was more than likely someone their commander knew, or someone that had been sent to contact them.[/i] “We ain’t had any contact with anyone except guys calling themselves Rubicon, big military group, actin’ real tough, usual shit. Other guys I’ve heard about, Trayven or something, they’ve yet to send anyone.” [i]The mercenary said, eying the newcomer from beneath his mask. As the VTOLs flew over with their cargo, he looked up at it, watching it as it went.[/i] “Knowing what I’ve been told, I’d say it’s a good and safe assumption that there’s something in that container.”