Michael let out a sigh of relief seeing the prisoner release go without a hitch. He was truly hoping everything would proceed without any bloodshed. However, they were there too long and they were too close to the base. It would be foolish for Sgt. Green to believe that the team didn't at least try and send an SOS call. "We stayed here long enough. Let's move out." He ordered as he kept the Federation suits covered while his Team and Catrina retreated.<br/><br/>Once they were far enough away from the Federation suits, The four Zaku's relaxed a bit. "Hey, Sarge. Why didn't we just off 'em? It would have been easy." One of Green's subordinates commented. He was a very recent transfer in to replace a pilot that got injured in a previous battle and would be shipped home very soon. Michael grimaced to the image of the fresh pilot. "Cause I am not like Acar. I gave them my word. They held up their end of the bargain and released Miss Ashfeld. So I upheld my end of the deal and made sure nothing happens." Michael growled. Making that the end of the conversation. He slowed his suit a bit to come along side Catrina's Zaku. Placing The hand of his Suit on the Shoulder cap of Catrina's Zaku. Thus opening a private Channel between the two suits that couldn't be picked up by anyone else. "It is good to see that we were able to rescue you, Miss Ashfeld." He said with a small smile to Jillian. Though when he turned towards Catrina. The smile disappeared and his face grew stern. "I can fully appreciate your desire to save a friend, and a Fellow zeon, Miss Catrina, but know this. We were extremely lucky today. There will also be hell to pay when we get back. I'll just say I ok'ed the action on my own authority. It won't be my first time in the Stockade, and should keep you out of it." He said before letting his features softened a bit. "Remember as well. The Federation are not the only ones that take prisoners." He said before he released the connection and moved to rejoin his team.<br/><br/>----------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>William was angry, Very angry. Not with anyone on his team, but with himself. His moment of negligence had allowed the Enemy to get the drop on his team. Had he been more alert and decided to convey the message once they were on the move again. He may have spotted the approaching zekes. As he watched the Zakus leave, he finally relaxed enough to let the breath go that he was unconsciously holding. It took a moment to finally release his controls and steady his shaking hands. After taking a couple of breaths. He knelt his Gundam by Unit 3. Raising his own cockpit, he climbed down and clamored over the Fallen gundam. "Ow" He hissed as the suit's skin was hot from the sun. Reaching up, he pulled on an emergency release Lever that popped Unit 3's canopy. There inside, Sam lay unmoving. "Allenby, I need the First Aid Kit." William called. Allenby and Jared came rushing over. Allenby dropped down into the cockpit, and pushed William out. She began to examine Sam. "He's unconscious. Possibly a concussion. Jared Help me unfold the stretcher. We're taking him to the truck." Allenby called to the private.<br/><br/>William watched as Allenby and Jared carried the unconscious Form of Sam to the truck. He simply stood there, clenching his fists in frustration. After a moment, he realized he wasn't alone. Turning he saw Isabel. His shoulders slumped. "I-I am sorry, Izzy. I failed. I let my guard down and allowed the Enemy to get close. I endangered my entire team" He said with a long sigh. Overhead, a flight of Core fighters screamed past. From the truck William could hear Jared gripe. "Oh, now the fucking Calvary shows up!" he shouts.