Beowulf would've preferred a more subtle delivery method for everyone else's equipment but considering the time constraints he figured there was little time for much else. Now, if anyone with half a brain was looking...
"Lieutenant," he said briefly with a curt salute. Not one to dwell on ceremony he gets to business while fishing out another cigarette. "Seems they air dropped your equipment but I had them keep my stuff inside the city. Not sure what the plan is, but I was told you're the mission commander, ma'am." The last added belatedly, while he lit the smoke. Beowulf wished he bought more than a single carton with him.
Looking around he tries to approximate the drop location. Would be one helluva start if they dropped it on top of 'em.
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[OOC = Might be a good idea to hold a strategic meeting in the OOC thread here]