*Leo awaits in the ready room, in front of the assembled team. He's got his personal rifle, and a minigun and rocket-launcher on his shoulders. He has various high-explosive weapons equipped, and even more weapons hidden all over.* Leo: This'll be our first fight with our new augmentations. We'll be really testing our suits, our AIs, and ourselves. I'm not going to hold you bunch by the hand; it won't help. But, we do need designated teams. I will be leading Alpha, Simon can take Bravo. We'll be supported by Marines. Simon, you can have first pick, I'll take whoever else. We'll be taking a modified Atmospheric Dropship down that Blackcloak's throat. Lock 'n load, laides and gents. Katie: Seeing as you're no good at raising morale, I've got a bit of news for all of us. An article came up recently on the 'nets. Apparently, we're the military's "anonymous warrior-angels" here to save Humanity. Apparently, there are some religious cults cropping up, praising God's name and us, the "Angels of Death." Leo: Huh... Heaven sent, Death delivered salvation. Katie: yeah. How about that, for a new motto? Leo: ... "Heaven sent, Death delivered"?