The shuttle that carries you down is bare, save for a few harnesses and a big metal box that someone has securely fastened to the back wall. There are no stasis pods, no insignia, no identifying marks, and the entire thing has been painted a light swallowing black. It's wings are longer, and there are jet engines tucked under them, right next to the rockets. It's clear that going in as quiet, dark and untraceable as possible is high on the mission's priorities. The team opens the crate as they descend, slowly drifting down onto the night side of the planet. Inside the box are a few simple supplies: Clothing, A roll of bills, and small packets of paperwork.
The clothing is bright, mostly yellows, reds, whites and some earth tones, With short sleeved undershirts, light, open overshirts, wide, loose pants and head scarfs or turban like coverings. The papers are identification paperwork, passport equivalents, working permits for a variety of jobs from electrician to plumber, and an id card, all with their faces and false names plastered across them. The roll of bills looked to be a few thousand in various denominations. Milno pocketed it all, for now, and handed the clothes and papers out to the rest of the team. They had just enough time to get dressed before the rockets cut out, and the jets cut on. A few minutes later and they felt their stomach sink to their knees as the ship pulled up in a hard arc, from a dive into a slower decent. The shuttle's automated pilot barks numbers out of a tinny speaker in the crew compartment.
10 seconds till doors open.
The team grab their cases and bunch up at the door. The air brakes kick on and the hovering rockets activate, holding the ship there for just long enough for the men to jump out the opening doors and fall a few feet to the dirt below. They shield their heads from the hot burst of air and dust as the shuttle jets back off into the night, They stand up, dust themselves off, and look around. It's night out, no moon to tell how deep into the 14 hour night they are, but it's chilly none the less. Even here near the equator, the planet is a bit too cold to be comfortable. In the distance is a city, or more like a large town, a squat collection of glittering lights laid out across a plain of dull yellowed grass and strange, willowy trees. The Shuttle dropped them maybe a quarter mile from what looks like a road or drive river bank leading toward the town.