“You guys could at least [i]pretend[/i] to be bandits,” Adrian angrily grumbled, holding down the mute button on his radio, so nobody would hear. His GEAR quickly slung its rifle across its back and pulled the low caliber pistol off its leg. The machine immediately rocketed forward and broke from Myrina’s heading. When the enemy GEAR exposed itself, Adrian spat a few shots in its direction. Compared to his rifle, they were rather pitiful at the distance, but combined with his team leader’s own fire, they got the message across. He’d torn across the bridge and pivoted just in time to see the last opposing GEAR get taken down, albeit a bit more roughly than he would have hoped. Still, the situation had been taken care of.

	As the tension of active combat slowly bled out of the team and they regrouped, Adrian was quick to answer Shona.

	“It would surprise me if they didn’t, considering the rest of the squad’s gotten into a scuffle as well, never mind how our airman nearly got knocked outta the sky earlier.” The L-68 stowed its pistol and pulled its rifle back out, the barrel of it held skyward. “We ain’t exactly ghosts no more…doesn’t help these folks are also real military. I’m not saying bandits are stupid, they just wouldn’t know how to do something like home in on a jamming signal.” Invisible inside the cockpit of his GEAR, Adrian wiggled his nose and sucked on his teeth. The little clicking noise he made carried over the radio. “The question now is, will they bunker down and wait? Or come out looking for us?”