[b]Marcus Goldstein - Convoy Escort[/b]

It was almost the perfect situation for a ‘too quiet’ joke. Marcus mentally pulled up the map and marked the position of the blockade. The shutters over the turret cameras mimicked the frown on his face. While he could blow the obstacle up he preferred to keep the gun loaded for the ambush. On top of that aside from the quartz deposits the terrain was flat and mostly even. Not much worse than the sandy tracks they’d driven on for the past quarter of an hour.

“Affirmative lead. Proceed off-road and go around the obstacle, in as wide an arc as you can manage.” he replied tersely. Something was up with the rock, he knew that much. It was the weird antholes in it that really grabbed his attention. Combined with the audio recording he suspected some weird form of mutant wasp was responsible for it all. For his own peace of mind if nothing else, he kept the gun trained on the rock formation at all times.

“Do those holes ring bells with anyone?” he asked.