Touka's eyes flashed towards the water briefly towards the side, where part of the river was visible. She canceled her suspicions, deciding against any action she deemed needed. Instead, she ordered for the Mech Carriers to move forward, for a faster retreat which they would need in either victory or defeat conditions. She signaled for the squad to follow her, to break line of sight and of course stop the pinging of the shells on their armor. She shifted off the bridge, the Mech's hydraulics absorbing the shock of the fall as she landed close to a jetty of some sort, creating a ring of cracks in the concrete below.<br/><br/>She depressed the voice function button again, allowing her voice to echo outside the Mech. "Espers! Do not waste your lives defending something which does not exist. The terrorists will be eradicated and you will be judged severely even if you manage to survive or flee as a fugitive for the rest of your life." Her words were punctuated by Samuel firing yet another round. "This is your last chance! We will not guarantee your lives if you do not surrender immediately."<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">******</div><br/><br/>"Screw this." One of the men unslung his rifle and tossed it to the ground, turning on his heels and leaving the apparent safety of numbers. Seconds later, several followed. Ackerman frowned but did not say anything. He was not in charge of the main force, only the Espers and what researchers which remain on site. Obviously most of them would not trust a bunch of outcasts with abilities which involve messing with their own minds to create their own reality.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">******</div><br/><br/>Alexander watches the Mechs expressionlessly. The commanding officer for the attack squad obviously knew what he was doing. A brute force attack was tempting, to run through and cause chaos, either winning a Pyrrhic victory or end up like waves crashing on the shore; though it was highly likely that the shore would receive no minor damage.<br/><br/>The girl's voice reminded him that he needed to pay attention. "We should keep relaying information to them." He glanced at the armor concentration before noticing movement below the highway. His binoculars managed to pick up just who they were; two of the Espers from just now. For some reason, he sensed that they were not there to surrender. His gaze swept back to the edge of the bridge where the mechs had congregated and realized that they had went off the highway, down to where the two Espers were. Unsure, he reported the most recent sightings to Ackerman, who appeared preoccupied.