The walk to the enemy airfield's south entrance took only a few hours; by 0530, local, the lance had arrived, a few hundred metres from the edge of the airfield's sensor pickets. Stopping his 'mech just below the apex of a ridgeline, Erich raised his 'mech's left arm in a silent signal for the rest of the lance to stop next to him. Opening his tight-beam comms, he spoke to the three people under his command. "Alright kids. I'm going to get into contact with Newboy and Walt through a relay. Can't direct-beam to Walt through the enemy base, without tipping them off after all. Once we can confirm the rest of the company's in position, we'll go right up the main road. Reconfirm your objectives while I contact Recon."<br/><br/>Toggling his comms over to the lance-command feed, he found the command signal for Graff's Marauder, the 75-ton war machine's Battlecomm system being well-known for having extended comm range, and capacity. "Hey. Newboy. Assault's in position. Relay to Walt, and say when you guys are ready."