Unit Three dropped to a knee, and Sam dismounted, carefully, juping from the cockpit to an armored palm, then finally to the ground.  He looked around, trying to find a place that he could be relatively obscured, as he did what he needed to do, but with the suits and soanr truck evenly spaced, there was nowhere, really.  He'd just have to hope that no one would look.<br/><br/>Long moments passed, as he did, too.  Finally, relieved, Sam reappeared, a huge smile on his face.<br/><br/>"I don't care what anyone says."  He yelled, to no one in particular.  "There's no substitute for that kind of relief."<br/><br/>Sam moed over the Three, and slumped down, reclining against the giant machine's foot casing.  He grabbed a small radio off his belt, and keyed it.<br/><br/>"Hey boss, when you want a break, let me know."   He said.  "I'll take the next watch."