Gazing over the motorpool, Mars grinned happily as he shouted for his men to keep moving.<b>"Nine of us between three transports, boys! Split up and let's get these APC's  running."</b>As he moved to one of the armored transports, loosened his grip on the rifle and hauled himself up into the cab of one, giving one of the men a nod as he flared the vehicle's engine to life. Mars fiddled with the radio, scanning over signals as he looked for a sign of either their mysterious benefactor or an organized resistance to the riot. His rifle was couched on his lap, barrel aiming out of the door as the caravan began to rumble out of the motorpool and out into the light of day. His vehicle was in the lead as he pointed out a path for the driver to follow while the third man keep an careful eye on the other side of the vehicle. The vehicle thrust its way forward, rocking over the broken fence and small trench without any real resistance. It was a good thing that these vehicle's had been built to the nines, and Mars had a feeling they'd get put to the test sooner than later as the villainous troop turned north onto a service road at the behest of the radio.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>