Stanislav sat with his feet on the dash and listened to the radio chatter from the simulated ground company that made up the majority of the OpFor. The pencil in his hand scribbled furiously across the pad in his lap, noting every sighting of the "enemy" mentioned. He had a map on display that pretty much showed the same thing, but he liked being thorough with intel. His mind was creating a picture of the battlefield and he grinned widely. It would seem like the rookies were falling into the trap. "Wake up, Coyote!" Chzorda called out of the tightbeam to his other two points at the secluded spot a bit away from the battle were they had powered down in wait. "It's about time we move out. We get veal for dinner today..." Slowly the three 'Mechs stirred and began trudging out towards the thunder of battle.