William was sitting in his cockpit under the large Camo netting that was shielding the team from the prying eyes of Zeon spy satellites. He had been drumming his fingers upon the console for the past hour. It was boring, but he preferred that to "Exciting". "Exciting" usually got his teammates killed. He raised his head as one of the new guys suggested capturing the Ship instead of destroying it. This was quickly followed up with an agreement by Izzy. To add to matters, The other New guy chimed in. Now it was his whole team suggesting that the Capture of the Ship should have been the Mission. However, those weren't Will's orders. He like wasn't in charge here. The Orders came directly from High Command in Jaburo once they heard of the existence of Experimental Mobile armor. The news really scared them. William sighed. "It isn't my call or the Colonel's. There are those with some very large shoulder caps that are screaming for the destruction of that Zanzibar. We are just here to ensure that the Sniper has his shot." He stated evenly. He thought this stunk too, but there was no point in griping about it now.<br/><br/>-------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>"All Personal, Launch of the Zanzibar will continue as scheduled. Have all Pre-Launch Check lists completed within 5 minutes. Attach main booster." The announcement came over the PA. "Come, Lucille. We need to board." Emma said as she took Lucille's hand. The Little girl clutching her teddy bear, as she followed along with her Nanny. Along with the two, many wounded and those that could no longer fight any more. As well as the Mobile Armor Research team. Emma led Lucille to a set of seats and helped her to buckle in. From outside the window, one could see the launch crews rushing to complete their checks in time. "Geez, shouldn't we paint a Red Cross on this or something? It could get shot down." One Tech suggested. "No time. The Launch Window is very small and that General wants out of here, yesterday." The other stated.<br/><br/>--------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>In the Zeon control room. One of the Radar techs was looking over her screens. her eyes in the sky constantly surveying the battlefield. She decided to switch over to a couple of new systems that the Zeons were developing. Systems that didn't rely on Heat or Visual cues. These sensors detected Minovsky Particle density, as well as Magnetic concentration. Flipping the system on gave her a blotchy blobs overlaid on the base and the attacking Federation forces. As she studied the display something caught her eye. Something far from the actual fighting but too high to be natural. Tuning the controls a bit her eyes widened as the only explanation of it came to her. "Control this is Radar. We have a contact 5 klicks east! Believe to be an Enemy attack!" She called over the intercom to her superior.<br/><br/>--------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Allenby was sitting in the sonar truck, listening. So far it seemed the enemy was taking the bait. She leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes. A sigh of relief washing over her that this operation would go much smoother than the last. However, that didn't last long when something changed in the sound. She threw herself forward to her instruments. "Ah, Sheet" she hissed as she threw off her headphones and dashed out of the Sonar Truck. She ran past the Sniper support team and towards Unit 1. William's cockpit was opened to let some air pass through. "Captain! Captain!" She called up. William stood and looked down at her. "Yeah, Sargent?" He called. "I think the Jig is up. A Zeon force is headed this way!" She called. "Ok, Button and hunker down. Keep and ear out for the launch." William ordered her before she dashed off. Sitting back down, he closed his Canopy and opened a line to the others. "We have been found out, All units take up defensive formation and guard the Sniper!" Will ordered as he raised his suit and brought up his Beam Rifle.