He could hear one of the alarms beeping violently. Intuition told him that whichever it was, it was bad news. He peered through the scope again. It seemed like they'd reached a cease-fire. The unarmed figure disappeared into a mess of concrete rubble, the other was either not moving very fast or not moving at all. Moss lowered his rifle. The alarm was still beeping. He clambered back into the truck, stepping over the sheet metal and canisters of rifle ammunition. Closing the doors behind him, he stepped into the hole in the floor and slid down the ladder.<br/><br/>The same clock from before was beeping still.<i>88:88… -4:38… UA:_8…</i>it read. Moss looked at the clock in horror. Was there a third person he had missed? The aircraft was coming towards his position. The clock confirmed:<i>88:88… -4:19… UA:_8…</i>Moss winced at his own anxieties. The airborne vehicle was traveling very quickly. The bridge was built thick: 4 meters of concrete and tarmac below, 3 meters above, 1 meter thick on each side. It had always been enough to mask him from the Xenos, but he had no way of telling how resolute the approaching vehicle's detection systems were. The Biped was armed with a plethora of Electronic Counter-Measures, but the bridge evidently was not.<br/><br/>Moss paced. If the aircraft was traveling in his direction, it would reach him in less than… 4 minutes. He scaled the ladder and pulled the cover over the manhole, then returned to the floor and ran over to the biped. He jumped into the cockpit and ejected the data feed. The wall of clocks beeped momentarily and then went blank. He descended into the pilot bay and sealed the hatch. He pressed a button on the roof and the compartment was lit with a green light. "Leo, deploy radar jamming and all non-mobile ECMs." The cabin's lighting dimmed and two screens popped up in front of him.<i>Unidentified Aircraft – Local Airspace</i>appeared on one screen, and on the other,<i>Outfits Detected– Weapon Systems: AtS, AtA, Digital+Analog ECM, </i>/<u>!</u>\<i> Multiple Unknown Outfits. Mobility Systems: </i>/<u>!</u>\<i> Multiple Unknown Outfits.</i>These were the most poorly-stacked odds Moss had ever been subjected to. The approaching craft was very new, exceptionally well-armed and should Moss' position be detected, it would be absolute hell taking it on head-to-head. Most, if not all, of his armaments were dependant on high stability, which meant he would have to stop moving if he wanted a clear shot. Not to mention that Leo hadn't moved in a year. Moss cursed when the close-quarters radar appeared onscreen. It was within three kilometres now. Moss eyed the radar closely, as the aircraft's movement would tell him whether he had been detected–– and whether he would have to act.