Erich chewed on the end of his pencil, a bad habit he had picked up since he had quit smoking two years before. Leaning forwards from his usual relaxed slouch against his Battle-scarred Awesome's foot, he pointed at the map. "Walt. You certain about trying to sneak through there with weapons and sensors cold? If those turrets are the standard 'drop and forget' type, they should have enough basic sensors to pick up several hundred tons of moving metal, and two lances does make up a significant fraction of mass."<br/><br/>Dropping the pencil into the small fire, he looked over the canyon's image, scratching a scar on the side of his jaw as he checked things over. "Basic plan's sound; we get the recon lance into the barracks, and light 'em up like a Firestarter in a dry forest. But, I best damn well be a fair tick closer than the entrance to the base once that starts up, and you know it. I think we should screw stealth, and just have the recon crew hoof it at top speed; the turrets have slow rotator cuffs if they're anything like the<em>Bastion's</em>lasers, so I can keep their attention on the Brick while the speedy elements work their magic."<br/><br/>"That's my opinion, at least." He chuckled, then shrugged. "Also, I'm worried about the footprints around the hangars. Those look like heavies and up; if we have some night owls in there playing 'calibration' with their tools of the trade, we might get an unpleasant surprise, and our Recon crew isn't exactly built for a toe-to-toe slugging match with 'mechs that outweigh them by forty or so tons. If you guys start screaming for help, don't be afraid to book it to my ping. Not many 'mechs can tolerate a quartet of PPCs to the chest, after all." He smiled slightly, looking over the quartet of light 'mech pilots that made up the recon lance.