[centre][b]Brucey: South-West[/b][/centre]

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Bruce eyed the trailers with suspicion. He hated those things. Disengaging the life support systems he sighed and clambered up onto one of the trailers, and predictably his screen started to jam up with false signals and distorted displays. Comming the driver Brucey gave some more specific orders. "Hey driver, make sure we're rearguard. I should be able to provide supporting fire still if necessary. And I want to make sure we all get out of this alive and kicking." 

Bruce looked back towards the fog and then to the glitching damage displays. The magnetics were going to do a number on his damaged leg joint...