[center][h3]CMDR SAGAN "VULTURE" KODOS[/h3][/center]

God in space, but Sagan hated stealth ops. Even having been a former fighter pilot, his idea of stealth was being off radar, dropping a cruise missle from beyond visual range. Not hoofing it, crouching down behind cover in a several meters-tall warmachine. Nevertheless, this was his life, and he wouldn't bitch about it outside of his own head. No point affecting morale by having the CO whine. 

The Watchdog stayed in between those of the 7th infiltrating up front, and those hanging back, aiming to extend the range of the squad's laser communications by acting as a central hub to route comms through. Its pilot manuevered its arms to level the MAS's HPK on overwatch, prone and dug in atop a rooftop.

[b]<< Foot patrol confirmed. >>[/b] Sagan commed in response to the radio ping. [b]<< Deep breaths, people. Don't get jumpy, let them pass. >>[/b]

He continued scanning the streets, letting the onboard smart-targeting AI run passively so not as to alert any Coalies with tone if the targeting suite detected anything. All the while, the Watchdog continued transmitting its scans over laser optics to the rest of the squad that was in range, keeping everyone that could in the loop. 

[b]<< Rabbit, Hex, talk to me. Any visual confirmations yet? >>[/b]