Intuition kicked in when the lead GEAR's foot slammed down on the earth at the right edge of the riverbed. Myrina jolted her wrists, bringing her machine's rifle to bear on the target GEAR, and as she laid her thumb into the trigger, she roared into the mic.

"Take 'em down, Recon!" 

The OPFOR GEARs at the base of the hill stumbled, dummy rounds equipped for the excersize pelting their position. They scrambled for what little cover there was on their side of the terrain, letting off panicked rounds at the Recon team in attempt to cover their maneuver. 

Myrina licked her lip as the GEAR she'd been gunning for flashed on the interface screen - a simulated indication of damage to the machine's right shoulder. The GEAR's arm slumped over, controls locked in a 'damaged' state. It shuddered at the force of the dummy rounds before scrambling behind a foliage-thick outcrop. Almost as an afterthought, she launched a staccato of mortar shells at the frenzied unit, trying to further disorient and knock them out.

As the shells burst on the other side of the riverbed, Myrina felt shells tearing into the ground close to her own position. Maxwell's voice rang in her headset, warning of hostile artillery aimed at the LDF position. She cursed, knowing that the bombardment would force the Recon team from the hill, and disrupt the ambush on the shaken GEARs.

"They're targeting our position with mortars! Recon, we need to get off this hill and engage from another angle!"