Izaac "Val" Valentino muttered a curse as he watched the strange object fall out of the sky, trailing smoke and the telltale flashes of reverse thrusters. Only Umbra would have the tech necessary for something like that and that meant one of two things:

Either it was an accident, in which case, Umbra was about to be all over this area and they did not care much for Lawless like him.

Or it was something happening on purpose, which meant literally everyone else was about to flood this area and cause the same problem. 

And here he was, leaning up against the side of a ruined building on the border of the city of Ehlm, watching his peaceful afternoon of settling in to wait for the next poor sucker that looked like they were worth a payday to have the misfortune of wandering through his sights. He let out a deep sigh, reaching up and pulling his dust-stained scarf to cover the lower half of his face as he watched the object fall. Estimating it's landing point, not a hard thing to do with such a grand sight, Val muttered another long string of curses as he began to run. 

As he reached top speed, he jumped, digging the tips of his hardened boots into the weakened structure and reaching up to climb up a few stories until he reached a small opening in the side of the building. Sprinting to the other side, he unlatched his rifle and headed to the closest hole that would give him a line of sight to the landing zone. Dropping to a kneeling position, he uncapped the scope and extended a small piece of metal he had tied to the top of the instrument to stop the sun from glinting off the glass when he sighted in on his targets. Scanning the area, it was easy to find the crashed object from the trail of smoke, and he adjusted the focus until the image sharpened.

"Wilds-damned Bears...," he muttered, his scope dancing over the figures doing a half decent job of seeking cover amidst the crater. He had always hated the Bears, and he imagined they weren't too pleased with him since they had found themselves in competition in the past. Still, maybe bygones could be bygones if the pay was-

His scope caught a glimpse of the figure stepping out from the pod, a woman in the black, tight material clothing that combined with her apparent means of arrival to this place marked her as Umbra. Or perhaps some kind of escapee, there had been a tale here and there of those before.

"Alrighty Vinny, how's this going to play out...," Val muttered to no one, his scope dancing once again from target to target. If this turned to violence, he would have to pick a side. "Only a matter of time before the Wilds show..."