<div class="floatright">(https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/378800000312843758/c3fc56b763c2610cc0e83100caa09f81.jpeg)</div><strong>"Sir,"</strong>was Brooklyn's only response as he repositioned himself in the lance formation.  The snow fall had increased, making it harder to rely on natural vision to spot targets.  Instead, he found himself increasingly reliant on the thermal sensors, keeping one on them while watching for signs of movement.  That one of their own had already been damage without any enemies detected brought a slight chill down Brooklyn's spine.  He knew it was just a simulation, but this sudden turn of events didn't bode well at all for the recruit team.  Brooklyn kept a watchful eye around his lance, knowing that their performance depended on his abilities.<br/><br/>For a moment, as his Jaegermech lumbered forward across the frozen landscape, he thought he had seen something on the thermal sensors.  It had been just a blip, possibly a false reading, but he thought he spotted several more after it.<br/><strong>"Sir, I think I have thermal blooms on the sensors.  Might be recon lance but-"</strong>Brooklyn's words were cut short as incoming chatter confirmed what he had suspected.  Immediately, Brooklyn shut up, waiting to see what orders would be given.