"My name is Wilson Ackerman. We're about to come under attack by the Armenian forces." The man repeated. "We have thirty minutes to get ready." He avoided saying that their firepower would probably be just raindrops to the Mechs coming down. "We'll need to split into teams." He sucked in a breath and said in a louder voice, "I know most of you are in some sort of Esper research program and have little military training for this kind of thing. But just like with the virus; this is real. So we have to deal with it. Teams will have to be formed, but first we'll begin with a roll call to see who had arrived."<br/><br/>He started calling out a list of people clearly of separate nationality.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">******</div><br/><br/>Alexander responded when his name was called. Once that was done, the man named Ackerman began pointing out their location on the map. He could not help but notice that he avoided saying their location but instead, using words like "here" and "there". He leaned forward to take a closer look at the worn paper map. They were situated at the northern side of the Tower Bridge. His gaze moved south. There were only two suitable locations for landing a vehicle the size of a Mech. It was either as the Potter's Field Park or further south, on the railroads beside Druid Street. He guessed they would land on the latter because if they did land at the Park, they would be completely exposed to the armor.<br/><br/>Ackerman proceeded, "Espers with intelligence gathering abilities or skills will split into teams of four, accompanied with a squad of soldiers. They will move here," St. Katherine's Way ",and here." The ruins of the Tower of London. "Do not. I repeat, do not be spotted on ground level by the Armenian forces as they will attempt to capture you. The other Espers will play as a bait to lure the Mechs into the fire sack." The finger tapped the length of the highway directly north of the bridge. "Stay off this part; we have explosives planted along the beams to trap the Mechs under the rubble."<br/><br/>"Those capable of detection group up at this side," He pointed to the left side of the room, "and split into teams of four. For the others, split into teams of two." Alexander moved as he was instructed, his pulse leaped, it was really happening. He was about to see an actual Mech, not something on the other side of a grainy monitor.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">******</div><br/><br/>"Ten Flower to all of squad one. We are fifteen minutes away from touchdown. To the new guy: stay in formation." Touka said as she shifted several holographic screens to the side where she could easily reach them. She leaned forward, turning a virtual knob to lower the opacity of the top-down map. "Tesseract. Can you hear me?"<br/><br/>"Loud and clear, unit ten." Came the reply. The funny think was, it sounded completely normal, as though she was talking to an actual operator but in fact they were speaking to a computer floating somewhere in orbit. "What is it?"<br/><br/>"I was wondering if you could adjust the formation slightly, to allow for more mistakes and less tactical advantage."<br/><br/>"Very well." The sound of a buzzer notified the entire force that squad one had a change in formation. In reaction, some of the Mech carriers slowed down slightly before picking up the pace again. "I've arranged it to the DOBARC codes of: D-30|O-15|B-15|A-10|R-25|C-05. The third variant with larger mobility ratings. Your squad's survival rate has jumped over eighty percent but the success rate has dropped to forty percent. Advised to switch to variant one for increased success rate. Is this satisfactory?"<br/><br/>"Yes." She said after seconds of contemplation. She waved her hand, casting the DOBARC interface out of the holographic monitor as her Mech rocked with slight turbulence.