Baxter sighed and returned to radio silence as Makoto chimed in, even though the mobile suits were connected via cable and there was no radio at all. It didn't sit well with him that all they knew about this particular Zanzibar was that it was carrying the mobile armor research team and their data, meaning whatever else was being shipped out could be anything from cargo to civilians and they wouldn't know until the ship was a burning mountain of wreckage in the sand. At the very least, the rules of war said they should try to capture it before shooting it down, but, at least from his position, it looked like they had brought in a tactical sniper for the specific task of bringing it down entirely. With the mission clock counting down, Baxter clenched his fists on the control stick and activated his comm unit again. "Captain, shouldn't we focus on capturing the ship? If we can keep that data away from them,<em>and</em>get it into our own hands, we could turn this whole war around," he suggested urgently, making sure Takai and Raimen heard. It was a long shot, but maybe if one of them agreed, it might help sway his officer's judgment.