Katushya had also been monitoring the same radio broadcast, one part because it slightly helped with figuring out what was going-on without waiting for Miss Starvos to repeat every tiny detail to the rest of the team, and also so she wouldn't have to tune into her team's frequency and listen to Eve, Viv, Cami and Troy bicker. Still, she started up her engines and tuned back to them just as the words "big deal" were being broadcast.

The three unidentified bogies were coming in from the west-northwestly direction, Camile was over to her south a ways, so Miss Katukov kept well enough to the north flank. The going was sluggish, largely because the hydraulics in Yassir's legs were still running cold, like she had molasses for muscles, the engine strained to push the thick viscus fluid through the pistons, but they were moving; more importantly, she was gaining momentum.

"Troy, you keep the bunker warm or something, this could be just a diversion. Besides, you've already got the range to assist, and [i]it's probably nothing[/i]. But just in case, get your systems warmed-up, just like a preflight-check." She was issuing orders without permission [i]again[/i], but she really didn't want to risk them losing this contract just because they all scurried to the sight of some teens on mopeds.... Besides, she was almost certain Sparr had already left the trench to engage Camile in fisticuffs over losing the dashball-bet.

They were a dysfunctanal bunch of dillenquents, but they were part of her team, and this dysfunctalan team was on top because they played to win.