Jingo listened to the brief and nodded occasionally, he spent all last night on the computer in his dorm, though not on the parts-store, he was engaged in a long, hard game of solitaire, he was use to playing it with actual cards and the thought of being able to play it on the screen was just amazing. 

"[color=khaki]The train sounds good.[/color]" he called our from his seat, again watching as slides snapped past in the background, showing the tanks Volkov wanted destroyed and the train that was to be protected, everything seemed standard and the pay would be good. He didn't spend his money last night, he wired most of it to his parents, after all the expenses they put towards keeping him alive after his accident, they were reeling money wise and still were, so he made it a point to send them money even though they didn't want him to. He'd buy upgrades later, as the Wessex was he quite liked it. 

Jingo stepped out into the meeting room and into the cold outside, he trudged through the ankle deep snow and hugged his arms around his body, even through the thermals he could feel the bitter cold, but then again they were pre-war. As he did the first time, he approached the bottom of the scaffold that lead up to the hatch of the Wessex, though this time there was no convenient man with a blow torch. He ascended the creaking wooden planks and rusting pipes, climbing higher into the demoralizing wind, he crested the top and stood on top of the platform.

Gwenda and her Brother Victor were sat on boxes, flipping through clip boards and scratching their heads, occasionally muttering to one another and pointing out lines on sheets of paper. Jingo cleared his throat, Gwenda jumped bit, startled by the sudden intrusion but she quickly regained her composure and rose from her crate, Victor did no such thing. Gwenda looked down at him blankly and simply through her clipboard at him, it bounced off of his head and went tumbling over the lip of the scaffold.

"Stand up you idjit!" she barked at him, grabbing him by his collar and yanking him to his feet, "have some fucking manners." She then quickly turned her attention back to Jingo and gave him a warm smile, "Good morning Mr. Strange, we know your mission today, we just read the briefs; I was told to change your ammunition type for this mission, so I took the liberty of swapping your standard rounds out for APs and Incendiaries, right and left guns respectively, it seems that they are either expecting troops or armor to come at you."

"[color=khaki]Thank ye Gwenda, and you too Victor, I'm sure ye helped yer sister with the job.[/color]" Victor just snorted and rubbed his sore head, Jingo gave him one last perplexed look and went towards the entrance to The Wessex, he climbed in no problem and Gwenda brought down the top, sealing him in. The only light in the cockpit came from the monitor and the light blue glow of the coolant cells behind him, he took slow breaths as he worked at the consoles, frost drifting out of his mouth, he looked up and the boot disk drive blinked green. The jammed drive still looked at him wit it's steady yellow-orange light, '[i][color=khaki]What could you be?[/color][/i]' he thought to himself.

Jingo reached out for the mouth piece and pushed down on the button, "[color=khaki]I'm ready on my end Percy.[/color]" he mumbled though, his eyes locked on the jammed drive.