[b]Kannopening[/b]
Save for the sound of their jets, the 1st Mosca were silent as their programming began going through the motions of identifying the target that had appeared atop the trees. From the moment that the robots had caught sight of Sachiko's face, they stopped moving and had started the process of cross-referencing the facial scan with their database of known mafiosi. Once they had ascertained the identity of the mystery flame user - Sachiko Kanno, a remnant from a famiglia that had been marked for death - they resumed moving, but instead of continuing their flight path, they had altered it. The target was armed, aware of their presence, and had a history of hostility. The job of a Scout Mosca was simply their job to acquire as much information as possible, no matter the cost. Disposable robots were good for that sort of thing.

A short distance away from Sachiko, the first Mosca stopped. The sudden pause in action was very conspicuous. However, once whatever it had been doing had come and passed, the Mosca lifted its arms, and from its fingertips, fired at Sachiko.  With the thruster speed it had displayed, perhaps more damage could be inflicted by ramming into the tree and forcing the assassin to fall. However, programming had determined that this was the best offensive course of action for whatever reason.

[b]A Romantic Moonlit Walk Chaperoned by a Baby[/b]
Meanwhile, the 2nd Mosca abandoned its comrade in favor of discerning the nature of the two individuals it had sighted nearby. Normally, such a contingency would be unnecessary and the presences be written off as simply civilians. However, the path of the two individuals was drawing closer and closer to Sachiko - almost to a suspicious extent, especially considering that at that point in time, the first Mosca had yet not engaged Sachiko.  

It suddenly landed in front of the two youngsters in a pose commonly known as "the superhero landing". Slowly and imposingly, it stood and regarded the two - or rather three, upon closer examination. While it wasted little time pondering Yoshi and Rei, it appeared to be staring at Fon. Unfortunately it was an expressionless machine, so the underlying intent behind this action remained unknown. (Half-way across the world, Vongola technicians were going [i]utterly ballistic[/i])

Throughout this all, the baby remained silent, meeting the machine's steely gaze with his own. A few moments in stillness later, and Fon saw fit to produce a container of some sort, which dispersed a very small, cyan-colored sphere that closely resembled a radioactive jawbreaker. He tapped Yoshi's head and gestured for him to hold on to it, before whispering the requisite instructions into his ear. Mere moments after he had spoken, a sound resembling rapidly detonating firecrackers could be heard echoing through the air. The Arcobaleno regarded this like he would a particularly pretty wall. [color=red]"If you two appear to be in dire straits, I will intervene,"[/color] Fon said, hopping down from Yoshiaki, [color=red]"But for now, I leave the rest to you two. Defeat it however you see fit."[/color] With that phrase, Fon appeared to have initiated hostilities between the two teens and itself. Now no longer still and statuesque, the bug-headed machine seemed to tip forward like it was about to fall...

...Before it activated its thrusters and flew at Yoshi and Rei, arms raised like some kind of man of steel.

[b]Rules of Nature[/b]
As he followed, Hisaki had learned some other stuff. Upon closer examination of the sounds it was making as it trudged across harder ground - and at one point fell over - it sounded distinctly hollow. But that wasn't the most obvious thing. No, that title went to the small but obvious resulting dent in the front of its chassis. Likewise, he could tell that this was not an advantageous place. With jutting stone formations, uneven ground, and trees as far as the eye could see, it was having a difficult time navigating. Well, more so than it had before; if it was a snail's pace before, it wouldn't be wrong to compare its current speed to the same snail, except this time trying to make progress against a treadmill. They were definitely close to camp though. Hisaki could see light from a fire and... were those silhouettes of tents? When the hell did those get there? If he shouted someone could probably hear it. Of course, that would mean exposing himself. There was probably a better way of going about that. 

Especially since the voyeuristic machine decided just to cut its losses and spectate from here. It wasn't even paying attention to its surroundings at this point. Just... watching. Hopefully nobody was up to lewd things at camp.

[b]It's a Hard Knock Life[/b]
The final Mosca was facing its toughest enemy yet: an unexpectedly large swath of mud. It was struggling to navigate the warped terrain due to its clumsy movements and weight. If a robot had feelings, it would probably feel self-conscious. Everyone else was working hard and here it was, struggling against nature itself like some kind of loser. Unfortunately, automatic self-destruction was not within its capabilities, so it just had to keep trying hard to get out of this sticky situation. 

Do your best, Mosca-tan ;~;7