Maho was genuinely surprised at the plan. She'd expected the heavier lance to assault the city, and the recon lance to run in and grab the VIP . . . but she understood why they'd flipped it. If there were enough pilots for the<em>Cataphracts</em>, things would get very rough very fast. That was why Maho didn't object, and why she was now leading her . . yes, HER recon lance towards the city. She still wanted to split off from the group and run wide with her scouting . . . but it was best that she at least TRY to act like a leader for the time being. Flipping over to the comms, she contacted the recon lance, opening with a sigh.<br/><br/><strong>"Well, rule one of Snake Being On Top is that we're always walking into an ambush. Always. Ninja, Little Bit, Puma, keep your eyes open on our sides and rear. The last thing we need is that so-called Elite lance jumping us before we're ready. Once we get within range of the plant, I'm opening up with my fireworks, so any hope for stealth will be gone after all. Feel free to charge on in and raise hell at that point. . . . Hrm, and . . stick together when things get rough."</strong><br/><br/>It sounded like saying that last part stung just a little bit. Regardless, her<em>Sling</em>was about to enter the city limits now, and was nearly in range of her LRMs. Things were going to get stupid, fast. Just like old times!