The trip to the coast was without surprises and was relatively quiet by any standards. It would be the last moment of silence the group would enjoy on Devil's Island.<br/><br/>Halle halted the group as they approached the tree line. There was a small harbor with several small boats at the dock and a number of soldiers on patrol. A single dirt roadway led deeper into the island. The only building was one single level administrative-looking concrete monstrosity but less for aesthetics and more for withstanding ordinance. A single guard tower rose up next to it. Their primary targets, several coastal defense guns, were lined up along the shore at the edge of the tree line and covered with camouflage to make them harder to spot. Here and there were a few wanzers patrolling and several more parked and shut down. All Zinc models, produced by Jade-Metal Lyman of O.C.U. Australia. Stubby little things with tough armor and mean melee skills. Halle cocked her head and thumbed her comm button, "Notice anything strange? Look at the harbor. The boats they have docked there can't transport wanzers. From the sat photos I've seen, there's no runway on this island either. So either he's got no way to get his forces on and off this island or..." Halle let the question trail off. The answer was frightening and simple; there were transport vessels here, they were just gone already. Were they too late? Halle shook off the thought and quickly picked up the conversation again, "The plan is unchanged. We need to stop the defenses here. Habar, Himsa, you're with me. We're going to hit the enemy soldiers and wanzers here, do as much damage as we can. Vulture, you take out the coastal guns and destroy anything that looks valuble. On my signal."<br/><br/>Halle waited ten seconds. It was all she needed for one of the patrols to just pass by their location. As soon as the enemy wanzer had it's back turned, she called the attack and led the assault, her red Frost shooting out of the jungle like a comet. She opened fire, peppering the back of the unlucky bastard that had just passed them by. The poor Zinc shuddered and sparked as the volley of gunfire hit it from behind, the wanzer soon toppling forward in a smoking heap. There was plenty more where that came from, though. The rest of the patrol was heading to their position, the majority of the enemy outfitted with rifles and peppering them with fire. A few enemy Zincs at the back were preparing to launch missiles and one even further back was raising a sniper rifle for a shot. On the ground, enemy soldiers were racing towards the wanzers that were still parked.