Gunther Hansen slung his rifle muzzle down and secured it as he took the short step to the line. He buckled off and rigged down quickly. This was not his normal MO, under normal circumstances he'd have humped it in from the nearest secure forward fire base. While not "heavy iron" by most people's definition, pretty much anything bigger than boots qualified as heavy iron to Hansen, and that included the helicopter. Lone stealth and a single well placed shot were what he specialized in. Why the Legion had sent him on this mission he could only imagine. What he did know for certain was that the Legion had, and he would make it work.

He hit the ground by the time the thought had coalesced. He loosed his rifle, eased the safety off and sholdered it as he scanned the thick jungle in the opposite direction of Captain Vaughn. He advanced enough to clear the drop line and knelt. The lower position allowed him to look under some of the brush and kept his head well below the most probable lines of fire.

His single shot rifle wasn't the ideal tool for this job. In the close distances of jungle fighting he'd have preferred an SMG, there'd be no line of sight long enough to give his far superior range the edge. While a wild fire fight would compromise the mission, the helo was a hell of a marker for almost any knucklehead within 5 klicks.

The faster the flying missle attractor cleared off, the happier Hansen would be. Until then, he scanned the underbrush for movement he couldn't attribute to the helo and waited for the rest of the team to get on the ground.