He shrugs, fiddling with something at the base of the kiosk. After a few moments, he stands up, and walks into the Kiosk. After a brief flash of blinding light, Leon finds himself in an Earthgov 163rd division marines RIG. This RIG was different froma standard RIG mostly in it's coloring; completely black, but with red, glowing eyes. otherwise, it offers no additional protection. Leon had also shaved off insignia of any kind.
"You want one?" he asks "and decide quick, because I've got five more minutes left before this thing goes kaput."