McKnight shrugged. [color=darkorange]"You could do just as well with a Wappa and a pair of binocs."[/color] He said to Laytn, though he understood the sentiment. [color=darkorange]"We're supposed to be surrendering, lets not give them a reason to open fire on us."[/color] 

While the others expressed their discomfort regarding the tire trouble, McKnight found it highly unlikely that it was little more than an unlucky coincidence. If the Fed's were trying to sabotage them by ruining their tires, they'd have to have noticed by now that none of the convoy's mobile suits were deployed. As they were, they were an easy target right now. Any enterprising field commander would take a look at their convoy's formation and realize that the brunt of the 261st's fighting capacity was limited to little more than half a dozen tanks and jeeps to protect a massive line of supply vehicles, and would've likely struck.  

Still, looking at Aarom, it was clear that the man was itching for something to do. It was a fair assumption, they all were. Glancing at the Samson, McKnight could see the gashes in the tire- similar to the other tires that had been destroyed earlier that day. While McKnight was reluctant to believe that the Feds were trying to sabotage them, there was too much of a similarity between the damaged tires for McKnight to feel comfortable.

[color=darkorange]"Of course, a bit of forward recon wouldn't necessarily be a bad idea. Clear out whatever keeps wrecking our tires."[/color] McKnight admitted. [color=darkorange]"Not- with mobile suits."[/color] Greg hastily added before Aarom could get too excited.

Patting the sidearm at his hip with a grimy glove, McKnight realized that he was going a bit stir crazy too, from the lack of anything happening of late. Maybe some fresh air would do them some good, even if the fresh air was parchingly dry and made of 50% sand.