Erich scowled at his tactical monitor, which had suddenly sprouted at least twenty red triangles, the archaic battlecomputer's icons insisting that the triangles were for something that triggered his mech's IFF system as hostiles, but couldn't identify what they were. Slapping the side of the monitor's case, he activated his Mech's ECM suite as his Assault 'mech walked towards the tarmac. Switching to Infra-red mode, his Crosshairs lit up on five warm spots, which seemed to bound towards cover as they noticed his war Machine's arrival.<br/><br/>Toggling back to visible light, he saw that Walt's Highlander was flat on its back, smoke pouring from the ruined transpex screen that normally covered the 90-ton machine's 'face'. His left hand flipped open all comm channels to the company as his crosshairs pulsed again, his reflexes letting him pulse a PPC bolt into the target's location. Between the slowly-thinning fog and the small size of the target, he had no idea if he hit, but one blip disappeared from his secondary monitor, leaving... way too many. "Company lead is down. Assault Lead is taking command. All units, check in, and head to the South edge of the airstrip. We have... something hostile; hard to get a lock."<br/><br/>Backpedaling his 'mech, he opened fire with the three PPCs that were fully charged, his decades of combat skill, combined with a youth spent hunting Odessan Elk allowing him to pick off three more blips that were nearest to him, though he had the distinct feeling that it was much like kicking a hornet's nest; for every one that he eradicated, it felt like two more would come forth from nowhere. "Repeat; break off from the base buildings; We have infiltrator units of unknown type and number hiding on-base."