"I'm not patronizing you, lady."  Sam said, over the broadband.  "I'm giving you a chance to live.  We 'Feddies' have a higher respect for life."<br/><br/>Sam waited, cautiously, as he watched the Zaku back off and wothdraw from their match.  As it did, the pilot, a gorl it seemed, made her special 'offer'.<br/><br/>"I look forward to it."  Sam said, a predatory grin gracing his face.<br/><br/>After a few more long moments, Sam was satisfied that the Zaku was really leaving, and not just setting up another trick.  He turned his machine around, and walked over to where his claw-shield lay, a large chunk having gone missing from when he threw it, hitting the Zaku.  His suit's good hand brought the shield up, and situated it on it's arm, the one with the shattered hand.  Then, he moved over to where his hundred-mike lay.<br/><br/>Sam tilted the gun up, and pulled the empty mag off.  After reaching to the suit's hip for a fresh one, Sam hefted the gun, and smiled as the machine's systems registered a new link, through the uninjured left hand.  He quietly thanked the Mobile Suit Gods that Gundams were ambidextrous.<br/><br/>With that, Sam stood, and sprinted to catch up to the boss, who was moving to give support to the team's sniper.  As they moved, though, a huge explosion at her location sent a chill down Sam's back.<br/><br/>"Oh, hell!"  He squawked.  "That wasn't her, was it??"