Tsubdia exits with the ruble eschewed ground crunching beneath his feet. He pauses momentarily to gather a fistful of dust, rubbing it between his hands reverently. He had never meant to visit England in such a manner, but he blesses the moment with reverence. Rifle shouldered, blade and pistol at his hip, he exits the transport unsure of what lies ahead.
-Issac Got out of the ship heading with the others his assault rifle was in his hands a flash light was attached and his pistol was at his side. his tools on his tool belt and helmet was on. "know anything about our enemies weapons?"
Ian disembarked, clad in a suit of worn body armour and helmet and wielding his rifle, awaiting further instructions while keeping a close eye on their surroundings - urban environments were always prime territory for ambushes, even if that wasn't GDI's style.
*to the right 3 flame tanks could be seen moving up the street in a triangle formation, a relatively large group of Nod troopers running behind the tanks* *a few buggies were leaving a nearby carryall that had just landed*
He jumped out of the transporter, still in his suit, he needed nothing other, though it was a bit time since he last had been in frontlines, but no matter, he had his equipment and that would be enough to get the job done.
