"You must be Sidewinder. Nice to see someone's starting this party right." A metallic voice hailed the mercenary commander from beside the vehicle. The speaker was clad in his own powered hardsuit, looking slimmer with its already-sloped plating streamlined to fit him even more. A scout, or perhaps some other type of lighter-class role that needed mobility over defence. His armour was a palette of blue just shades away from being black and urban camo print. Any professional could see that the colours were a smart choice for something like night operations - straight black wouldn't suffice to break up one's outline in the dark. An M1911 was strapped to his waist, and a strange bandolier of various arrowheads adorned one of his shoulder plates. He had some form of waist-mounted weaponry, but it was folded on his lower back and inactive. From the looks of it, it seemed like some kind of harpoon or grapple, complete with a spool of thick metal cord exposed on the back. His face was what made him stand out from the rest. A threatening ballistic mask, the same midnight blue as the rest of his garb, with a crude skull painted on it. The helmet worn atop it had an assortment of scopes and optics that could most likely be folded downwards for the man to see out of. "Agent Yorick, Mobile Task Force "Skeleton Key". Any contact?" Up above, several VTOLs were carrying a large storage container with large metal cables. Whatever was inside of it either couldn't travel with the rest of the convoy, or was something else entirely...