Half Empty - Landing Pad Aegis 2 proceeded down from the shuttle afterward, his shades linking up quickly as he pushed left. Gun hitched close to his right side, the man reached forward to push the mode select for his plasma weapon beneath the barrel. Carefully hefting one of the two large cells, he pressed it firmly into the right side of his weapon as he peaked the corner and waited. The buildings weren't terribly large around the landing area, about three or four floors at best, but the low light had him scanning with his glasses for any sign of movement or signature. Thermal vision and sonic mapping worked together, the world thinned through in darkness with etched lines with heat signatures as he swept for any sign of life. Thankfully for their traitor's henchmen, he found none as the cell clicked as half was loaded into the weapon's plasma storage chamber. Returning it to his belt, the man advanced forward through the alley nearby to gently slide along the wall as pointman until the others unloaded. "Distance to target warehouse is three-hundred and twelve meters," his voice hissed over the comm-line with the certainty one might expect from an IPG implant-boosted machine mind to both recall their plans and the data necessary to pinpoint their position, "Roughly sixty meters on foot through close-quarters until we reach a trade station." Carefully checking the corner of the building he had pushed up alongside, looking down another alleyway ahead of their shuttle, his voice picked up again. "Aegis 2, in position. Flank secure."