His heels knocked when the lieutenant stepped up to the waiting marines, gaining their full attention for a short briefing upon the situation.
Sean was surprised that the shit was about to hit the fan already. Para-military whacking marines out of the colony? That meant serious shit for sure. Sean was rather shocked for a moment to say the thruth.
Collins nodded and looked over to the oliv-drab painted cargoboxes. He snapped the locks open on one of the larger canisters and lifted the cover off. A smartgun rested safely in its ergonomically shaped micro-foam cushions. Collins took the specialised harness out of the container and released the straps on the sides, so he could slip into it before tightening it around his waist again. The smartgun would sit on its pneumatic support-arm, alongeside his right tight. Collins lifted the heavy weapon from its container and attached it on the smartgun harness, that relieved him from the majority of the weight. Fluently and with a quiet sum of the supporting pneumatics the long machinegun-type weapon moved in Sean's hands. He fed the gun with a ammo canister... letting the ammunition-counter count up to its full capacity."Okay, Collins, you're checked out on the smartgun, get it and your harness ready." Quinn said in a calm and low voice. "Kurosaki, what was your marksmanship score back in basic? And don't forget your secondary weapon."