Ronan got closer to the convoy, seeing how ripe with supplies the disabled and destroyed vehicles were.  However, something caught his ears.  "Sensed a patrol up ahead."  Ronan coldly alerted and gestured to his colleagues that he heard a patrol coming ahead.  So far, the nature of the patrol was unknown until they approached.  The two siblings readied their weapons, fully expecting resistance.  "Overwatch!"  Both were ready to unleash walls of lead upon any attacker.  Good thing that Morgan and Ronan acted as eyes and ears for the squad.

The skull-masked commando trained his shotgun ready in case they go after the group.  Instead of charging, he hunkered down and kept his eyes peeled.  He was going deep as he expects the convoy to come loaded for bear.  At this moment, he saw nothing, but he heard mechanical and squishy footsteps.  Suspicions about what the group would face off against may turn out to be correct.  Ronan then messaged to Soup, "Don't blow cover."  If his message fell on blind eyes or deaf ears, Ronan may as well regret not bringing duct tape with him.

A patrol of six bots and clones revealed themselves.  They were none the wiser of the group in ambush.  They seemed to be looking to see if the coast is clear and buy time for the convoy to either recover or send a signal for rescue.  As if booby traps were bad enough as they tried to take a shortcut, an ambush would certainly rub salt into their wounds.  Both were armed with what seemed to be standard Emergence Entity equipment: carapace armor that appeared similarly to [url=https://1d4chan.org/images/2/26/IG_Flak_Armor.jpg]flak armor[/url], assault rifles that operated with magnetic propulsion, and [url=https://1d4chan.org/images/7/72/Arbitrator.jpg]batons[/url] for use in a pinch.  They certainly weren't expecting paramilitary force, but hooligans and criminals instead.