Erich paused before toggling his comms, almost savouring the tension in the air. The travel time from their previous mission in the Draconis Combine had allowed the company to train together, and, while there were still the typical issues of ego running rampant, he at least felt confident that the mechwarriors would follow their lance commander's orders, and not try to shoot one another in the back.<br/><br/>Opening a tightbeam channel to each 'mech in the short company, he finally told everyone the plan. "Alright, boys and girls. Here's what I figure; Assault lance is going to kick in some doors; we'll be facing light security at first, then up to two lances of Cataphracts within twenty minutes; this is a smash and grab, emphasis on 'Smash' once we find our objective. Once<em>Varyag</em>is snatched, possibly with a 'mech of his or her own, we blow up as much as we can, and bug out to the North, before hooking East.<br/><br/>"Recon, I want you guys to cause as much havoc as possible; Take down the powerplant, or at least the power distributors, disengage, then loop back and see if you can do a smash and grab on the lostech exhibition; they'll have their own power generators for emergency power, so it'll be one of the few buildings lit up like a candle. Remember; they have an elite merc lance playing sheepdog on the lostech, including an Atlas that's kitted out with some fancy shit; use your mobility, and try not to get into a fight. Remember; you'll be outgunned, and outmassed. If you can lure that lance into a game of 'chase the Spider' while the two other 'mechs with hands loot the place blind, go for it.<br/><br/>"Remember; I gave you cargo nets for a reason; you can carry an average of a quarter of your 'Mech's actual weight in the netting without a major loss in speed, but use your own judgement. Use Snake's judgement too; if she tells you to do something, it's going to keep you alive. I'll see you back at the rendezvous point. Good Luck."<br/><br/>Toggling his comms from 'open' to 'hush', the veteran smiled slightly, the adrenaline pumping through his body as his scarred hands tightened on the command sticks of his 'mech, throttling the Awesome forwards into a slow trot, settling into a 40 kph jog that the rest of the assault lance could easily keep pace with, heading west through the trees, towards the 'Research Facility'.