It is done. For now. With no more targets to eliminate, the battlefield was deathly silent, save for the comm chatter from the recon team and the distant gunfire slowly dying down, as the recon team cleaned out house, before it died completely. It was now that Kradis started to pack up, [i]Gammorah's[/i] leg stabilizers folding back into their recesses, and it's weapons stowing themselves. He was now ready to join the main group again, turning slowly and re-entering wheeled mode, Retaking his position at the back of the group, he followed behind silently, deep in intense thought.

Knowing how bandits operated, it would be a surprise if the mock hostiles moved to engage them from the stronghold. If they were committed to playing the part of outlaws, they would be cowards, and fortify their position, unless they had caught on to the artillery fire (not a very large stretch of the imagination, by any means). That being the case, it would be an unwise move. Still, it didn't hurt to be cautious, especially since Kradis had spent nearly all the Javelins in the last engagement. As he followed the squad on the way to the next way point, he broadcasted his thoughts to them. "Kradis here. Running low on heavy ordinance, no chance of a resupply engineering squad being out here, right?"