For what felt like an eternity, Sam's eyes were focused on the huge mobile armor.  In an instant, he'd come to realize that it wasn't techtonic shifts taht were recorded, but the residual quakes caused by this tunnel-boring monstrosity.  Even though Sam had had his realization in a quick flach, his eyes were still glue to it, but not out of blind fascination, but more in a critica sense.  Where would the best place be to hit it?<br/><br/>His hands moving the controls on their own, Sam's machine snugged it's hundred-mike back on the rear-skirt shackle, before bringing the missile canister back up and around.  Sam had four missiles left, and he intended to use them to at least damage this thing, if not bring it down completely.  Soon, the electronic links were made, and Sam selected the radar-lock mode, allowing the seeker-heads to center and lock on the giant armor...  Almost...  Almost...!<br/><br/>DAMMIT!<br/><br/>A Dom appeared in Sam's view, and right close.  He recognized it, immediately, as one of the suits he'd face off against in the past.  Sam's memory came to life, and he remembered the face of the girl who he handed the child off to.  Pretty, to be sure, but still a Zeke.<br/><br/>"Samn it, get the hell out of my way."  Sam said, as he lowered the canister.  It was a ridiculous thing to say, but Sam had allowed himself to become target-fixated, centering all his attention on the huge Mobile Armor, and that made him blind to other dangers.  If he lived through this fight, he'd have regrets, later.<br/><br/>Unit three let the canister drop to the cavern floor, and quickly brought the hundred-mike machine gun backaround, swinging it quickly at the Dom as Sam brought up the sheild to guard against an attack.  Sam fired a quick burst, to buy himself a second or two.