[color=gray]Carmen sat on the shoulder of Samuel's MAS. Her legs were dangling over the rigid edge of the Rabbit's armor plating as she leaned back to enjoy the sun of the arid world. She kept her MUL-CE4 powered off to save energy and the joints unlocked to still move around. She listened to the motors, gears, and pistons working together to move the MAS; she always enjoyed the sound of her own maintenance work. Carmen had a pair of aviators over her eyes to fend off the sunlight while she looked around at the MAS units on the flanking force, she knew everything about each and every one of them.

Carmen was deployed to the flanking team both because of her ultra-light's speed and because she was a [i]bit[/i] too important to be on the front line. The units on that were apart of the main attack force were able to take whatever damage they'd end up with and receive their repairs afterward. They wouldn't need field support, at least not on a mission as simple as this. Her task was to find the SAM trucks and paint them for the long range units on overwatch. Her high speed and low profile would allow her to get up close to them before anybody would notice. [color=crimson]"Say, Samuel."[/color] Carmen added, [color=crimson]"How much do you think a mobile SAM launcher goes for on the black market? If we don't destroy them, we could probably get a nice bonus if we sold 'em along with their munitions. I could probably just disable the launchers long enough that they'd be useless for the duration of the operation."[/color]

Before she could get her answer, two of the infantry started bickering about their job. Carmen knew that their chatter probably broke Samuel's chain of thought on the question. And once her suspicions were confirmed, Prowler ordered for a status report. [color=crimson]"Oh well... Guess I'll find out later."[/color] she said to herself.

[color=crimson]"Drillbit, reporting in."[/color] Carmen replied to Prowler as she stood up on the shoulder and began powering up the MUL-CE4. She took off her aviators and stored them in one of the many pouches dangling from a webbing that Carmen had put over her MAS. Carmen took a hold of her helmet that was clipped to the webbing and put if on her head. The MUL-CE attached to the helmet and sealed, lighting the visor up with a HUD display and data on the ultra-light.

Looking toward the artillery site that Samuel had spotted, it became highlighted in yellow. Caermen nodded, [color=crimson]"I agree, that's where I'd have them. If that's the case, they probably have a small firebase up there. It'd be more than I could handle alone."[/color] Carmen reached behind her and detached the HMAR-12 from the magnetic lock on the side of her heavy ammo pack. She checked it over quickly before looking back toward the artillery site. [color=crimson]"Hare and I could be fast enough to hit it before they're ready. What'o you say, Mr. Lin?"[/color] Carmen remained on the MAS' shoulder so she wouldn't need to keep up stride with a forty foot machine.[/color]