"INCOMING!!"  Sam yelled, as his Gundam dropped to a defensive knee-stand.  Unit Three's claw-shield came up, as well as it's hundred-mike, but for Sam, he was aiming blind.<br/><br/>"Where the hell are they?"  Sam growled over the radio.  "Sensor truck, have you got anyhitng?"<br/><br/>Finally, he saw that the truck was motoring away, and Sam had a moment of utter frustration.  It passed wuickly enough, though, as he realized that the price of good intel wasn't wirth the cost in blood, f that truck were to have been hit.<br/><br/>Unit Three's head was on a swivel, again, scanning for something, anything...  Some kind of sign!