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Lance moved Defiance into a hidden position up on a cliff, giving him full view of the road below. While using the rock to hide him from sensors and from visual sight. Once satisfied in his crouched position, he reached over his right shoulder and gripped the handle of his beam rifle as it was lifted from his back and over his shoulder automatically. Gripping it with both hands he aimed the rifle down at the road. Sighing as he did as all he had to do now was wait.

He had gathered enough intel to know there was a supply train that ran through here and towards the local base twice a month. A small squadron of ten IA escorting it, which consisted of; two Cups, two Coins, two Wands, two Blades, and two Fools. He was confident he could handle the Coins, wands and blades with ease. The fools would be more experienced fighters, and also the commanders of the squad or at least that's what it seemed like. Then the Cups would be his first priority to take out, as they had the ability to transform and fly. 

He was still early, and his mind began to wander. His life had change drastically in the last two months. Never did he think he would be setting traps for supply lines to replenish his stores for the Defiance… alone of all things. His eyes closed as the painful reminder of his loss of racked his head. Seeing his mother crushed flashed before his eyes as clear as it was when it happened. Then sure enough after every time he thought of that day, his mind would turn to the battle afterwards, the screams of the men and woman he killed in that battle started to echo in his mind. Causing his eyes to snap open as his heart began to race. 

After that first battle, he forced himself never to kill again. It was hard at first, but he quickly adapted. Thankfully to his mechanical knowledge of Magech, it was easy for him to pinpoint the hydraulic system weak points. Wear a single slice or shot could cripple the system, relying heavily on this tactic to quickly end the battle and spare the pilot’s life. 

Shaking his head he forced himself to clear his thoughts from his mind. Flexing his hands a few times as he watched the road. Thinking of the intelligence he gathered for this attack. He had chosen this place because it was the best place for an ambush, even though it was close by to the Base with reinforcements it would be the last place they would expect it because of how risky it was. This would cause them to lower their guard and relax a bit more knowing they were so close. 

He looked at the clock, seeing he was still 40 minutes early, he turned on his radio and started scanning the channels, attempting to get some more intell while he waited. He came across the broadcast from the King of Westeria, He was slightly surprised at the news of princess. He never heard of anyone over using their Pneuma putting them in a near death sleep. He did take this with a grain of salt however. As he never trusted public announcements. Especially when they use it to push an agenda, and in a time of war. But it would be something to look into when searching more reliable sources.  

He checked the clock, In ten minutes the convoy should be rounding this corner. He took a deep breath and turned his radio down, automating the scanning and recording anything it finds. Anything he picked up he would review later. He decided to take this time to calm himself and go over his plan again and again.