Sam's machine, Unit 3, backpedaled, keeping his weapon trained on the area behind the team.  He didn't like the idea of another Zeke ambush, and he was sure that they were the kind of foul, disgusting Zekes that would try something just like that.<br/><br/>"For what it's  worth boss..."  Sam said, forgoing regular radio-silence protocol.  "That fight was damned fine.  You did good.  I can't see why you did it, but you didn't let the Fed down."<br/><br/>Sam's machine, it's head on a swivel, continued to hold the rear guard, scanning for anything out of the ordinary.