William Watched at the late comer approached and feel in. "Alright. Are we all here now?" William said with an annoyed tone in his voice. "alright Move out. Here on out. Radio silence." William pushed his throttles to a medium jog. The Suit responded instantly as it chugged through the loose sands of the Sahara.<br/><br/>It would take them Several hours before the would reach the area where the members of the 224th were last heard from. "Sgt. Allenby. Set up your Sonar. Isabel, Find a perch for overwatch" William ordered as he took the rest of the team on ahead as they entered the combat zone. The Sonar truck zipped off and found a place to set up. Allenby moved the buoy arm out and fired it into the ground. "Sonar's up, Lieutenant. But this loose sand is shit to work with." Allenby reported as she continued to fine tune the knobs on her receiver. "Do the best you can, Sgt. I am counting you." William called back. The Team continued on. Taking heart in the fact that they have sniper cover and sonar to try an pin point the enemy.<br/><br/>As the Team entered the Area, they were being observed. "Well, why don't you look at that." A weaselly pilot sneered. "It looks like the Feddies are trying to find survivors of that Patrol we took down." He adjusted the screen on the camera. He was merely one of over a dozen Zakus buried in the area. Modified with a snorkel and camera system. They waited to ambush Federation patrols. "They look a lot different then the ones they normally send out." Another pilot commented as he too was watching. "They got them fancy Horns on their heads. You think it is a new model?". "Doesn't matter. The Feddies can't make mobile suits for shit!" The first mocked. "They can't be that Smart. Their is only four of them and with no support truck. We'll wait until they are deeper into the net."<br/><br/>"Alright everyone, Spread out in a standard search pattern. Keep your weapons hot, we are still in enemy territory." William ordered as the team began to disperse