Blade lead his section of the unit out across the valley floor, leaving behind the immobilised convoy, the 'dead' soldiers waving or hollering in banter as they left them behind. The recon team had made their way into the hills, and as the heavier-equipped team closed the distance, the muted sound of weapons-fire drifted around the hilltops and low valleys, before they crept up on the friendly signals. 
"Hold position," remarked Blade as he lead them to a halt just under the crest of a hill flanking their allies position. The bridge the hostiles had been defending was on the opposite side, and then beyond on the other side of the river channel was a gently-rolling scrubby plain that lead out to where the clump of rocks and hillocks nestled the impromptu 'headquarters' of the 'bandits'. 
Switching feeds to the drone-cam and composite from the various tie-ins the C3I system had around the battlefield, the fox watched as the last hostile was finished off with no great hassle by Adrian. 
"Blade here," he called to the other team. "We're in close proximity, moving to join up with you now. Maxwell has info on the disposition of forces at the target, regroup and we'll prep for the next evolution. Stand by"
Switching frequencies, he contacted the [i]Claw[/i], speaking directly to the captain. Within a few minutes, he'd directed the landships other helicopter, the utility model, to standby to lift the infantry strike team into position once the GEARs and Maxwell had secured the area from threats. 
"Maxwell, re-play your sensor intel from your flyby - let's get this strike right on the first try".