A certain stoniness crossed Harald's expression as Carn replied, showing no compunction toward disrespecting his superior's race. He had grown used to it, as had all Darcsens, but this was the military; what Carn had done was technically insubordination... Harald would have loved to send the bastard on a ten mile hike for that or a hundred pressups, but he was glumly aware that the only way to get his squad's respect would be to [i]earn[/i] it and not just demand it like any other Sergeant could. He sighed as his partner unlimbered the gun, turning to the unpaired members of the squad. [b]'Time's up kids. Bons and Meyers, Sykora you're with Dresner, Stichler... You go with Glaive and Jatmoore.'[/b] It wasn't ideal and he would rather allow them to choose their own partners, but time was ticking and the Squad Six was ready to begin.

[b]'Alright then. You guys follow Stichler's group toward the centre of the arena, then split off to outflank the enemy. Ideally we'll need one lance on either side to take down that tank, but no heroics please.'[/b] He gave Glaive a sly nod. [b]'While ingenuity is always appreciated, stick to the plan this time. But if things go tits up, then go ahead. Just make sure you all use those shiny new radios.'[/b] The Sergeant nodded to the squad and began loading his weapon; Bons did the same, sliding the first chalk charge into his training lance. He understood his part in the plan but had never really talked to Lance Corporal Meyers before... He found himself both nervous and awkward in her company, not least because their combat roles were so radically different; he needed to be up close to hit that tank where her rifle was useless and visa versa. Regardless, he thrust one hand out formally. [b]'Looking forward to working with you, LC.'[/b] Before he got his reply the tannoy blared, signalling the start of the exercise; the squad took off at a run, Harald leading Carn directly forward toward the thin tree line while the rest of them headed left to circle around. [i]Alright then,[/i] Bons told himself firmly. [i]No fucking up this time.[/i]

Harald ducked low under the first set of branches, going from crouch to prone as he and Carn approached the far side of the copse. Ahead of them, perhaps four hundred metres away, the enemy tank was advancing to their left. If it continued on it's path, it would soon come into contact with the rest of the squad; just as planned. The tank didn't have as many escorts as he expected though... Once Carn caught up, Harald quietly gave instructions on were to set up the MG and radioed Stichler to update her on their new killzone's location; all the others would need to do was track back across where the tank had come from. That would drag their pursuers right into Carn's sights. But first things first; they needed to off that tank and Harald needed to find their missing foes...