Milo shaded his eyes once more, and after a moment of listening and nodding to McKnight's suggestion, fished a small pair of binoculars out of an inside pocket of his uniform. He scanned the horizon, looking at the terrain.
"Three flat tires in one day is enough to give me a healthy paranoia, sir." The young supply officer replied. "I'm inclined to think it's just coincidence myself; unless some Feddie partisans are out there who didn't get the message that the war is over. Either way, it would be a good idea to go looking ahead, even if just along the main road, to see if anything specific is causing it."
He turned to Aarom, putting away his field glasses.
"Wouldn't make much sense to take Mobile Suits; not only would it be a hassle to get them raised off the trailers, most of ours can't cover ground nearly as fast as a few Wappas scouting ahead. They're useful little machines; I heard about an infantry unit once that almost took down the [url=http://www.mahq.net/mecha/gundam/msgundam/rx-78-2.htm]White Devil[/url] with a few well planned passes and some magnetic charges!"
He looked back at the where the convoy's Wappas - having been flown as escorts during transit - were parked.
"Something you guys should know; we entered into a Minovsky zone a few miles back, so our long-range radio and sat-nav aren't working. We don't really know where we are, but I suspect there might be an oasis and even a village at the bottom of this depression we've been descending into. Even if we don't find anything related to the tires, I think it would be a good idea to scout ahead and spot for places we could make camp."
He turned back to McKnight.
"Sound good to you, sir?"