Erich slowed his 'mech as he toggled the secondary monitor over to a local map of the area surrounding the complex; based on the sensor feeds, Dayan's lance had created the point of a 'V' between and behind his own command lance and the more-rapid Strike lance. Toggling to company comms, he spoke as he slowed his 'mech, turning slightly towards the enemy lance. "Company, this is lead; report status. Fire lance, watch your back; Dayan likes hit and fade, so he probably has elements in place to try for backshots. Puma, use that probe to see if you can get a clear signal to Recon; my sensors say that they're in an ECM envelope. Golden Boy, ride herd on the little bird; if someone comes out to take a shot, I want you to put them down hard."<br/><br/>Raising his Awesome's arms, he settled his crosshairs on the lead enemy medium, letting the clear tone of a target lock chirp twice at him. "Shalom, Moses. That your Recon or Fire lance playing as the bait while the rest of your company tries to sneak up behind me again? Or, did you decide to implement combined-arms and started setting traps with infantry as well?" He paused, then chuckled. "Last I recall, when we last fought, it ended up with you losing half your force, and my battalion being mauled, but neither of us lost warriors. Out here, though? If we did get into a fight again, the weather would kill us just as surely as a PPC to the face."