"Yea, you put a face shield on, and we'll see if I can squeeze a bullet around it, jarhead." A snort from the older man, before he snatches the plans out of the air with one hand, still adjusting the friction strap on the SMG with his other hand as he settles in slightly. When the plans are rolled out, he leans over them, making a mental note of all of the things that are pointed out, before nodding his head, and heading towards the van. Not the front seat, this time, but the sliding door at the back, that way it's easier to make a fast exit once they get there.
After that, a quick check of gear... clip loaded, round chambered, the packs of explosives that were his part to carry stowed safely. After that, it was just up to the big man in the front to drive them along.