Riding in the back, near the back hatch, sat three soldiers of the Yokai Matsuri. They'd been introduced as Kamaitachi, Grendel, and Dullahan, respectively. Each wore a mixture of different light armor, carrying a mixture of weapons, including a shotgun, a laser rifle, and an anti-material rifle.
Kamaitachi seemed cheerful, if a little bit... off. She wore two massive knives on her vest, and kept patting them, as if checking to be sure they were still there.
Grendel clutched a rather large rifle to himself, wrapped in his camouflage coat. He has yet to say a word.
Dullahan seems the most professional of the batch, equipped with a fairly standard infantry assault rifle, a dappled gray and blue uniform, and a no-nonsense expression.
Wherever they were going was up to the bigwigs to decide. There were just there to do their jobs.