Alroy felt the big, ponderous Atlas shudder under him as its AMS screamed out a cloud of flak towards the last of the incoming LRM salvos - most got shredded, but a few made it in to leave explosive pockmarks across his shoulder, and he slowed slightly to let the rest of the impromptu formation redress ranks.<br/><br/>"Caution noted, Ivan Wolf, and accepted. The real enemies have hit the field somewhere, and they'll be waiting for us. Likely in the city, where the tanks retreated, but we can't count on it...I have on reasonably good authority that the enemy commander is often prone to doing what one would least expect of them."<br/><br/>"Good thinking, Payday. Even with our weight of metal, walking headfirst into a full Leopard's worth of Mechs of unknown tonnage in addition to whatever might have been in the assault formation already won't be pretty. Instead, we're going to execute the first Lesson from Uncle Alroy - when you know your enemy has stacked the deck, flip the table over. The HPG compound is our secondary priority target, and it's spaced far enough away from the city proper that they can't bombard it without leaving the cover the city gives them. Reform square, bring the Recons in to scout our path, and we're rushing the compound. Stomp whatever's guarding it flat, then we can think about getting fancy against the reds holed up in the city itself."<br/><br/>"Babh, I'm going to want a volunteer from Recon to watch the city perimeter and spot anything that looks like it might be heading to the HPG before we get there. Rest of your lance can roam our fringe and watch for flankers and more hidden sapper teams."