Sam's Gundam was kn a half-kneeling crouch, the end posture after cleaving one of the ZakuIIs clean in half.  If he were asked, Sam would've had to admit that he never thought the move would've worked, and he simply used it in desperation, both times.  Sam's attitude was a simple one.  His teammates were depending on him, and Sam also learned, a long time ago, that he was expendable.<br/><br/>Now, though, with the threat of another Zeke bearing down on him, firing and drawing it's heat-axe, Sam's attitude changed, abruptly.<br/><br/>"The fuck?!?"  Sam yelped, as Unit Three's head turned towards the Zaku advancing on him.  Sam also heard the radio transmission, and knew that he had little time to react.<br/><br/>Unit Three's body shifted and pivoted on the axis of it's waist, turning to face the oncoming threat, and Sam had scant miliseconds to act.  Instinctively, Sam fired off a trio of minovski/smoke grenades, which only succeeded in bouncing off the Zaku's chest.  Sam cringed, and tried to bring the Gundam to it's feet, but it was too late.<br/><br/>The Zaku's heat-axe smashed into the armored shoulder of Unit Three, nearly cleaving the arm off.  It might have been the brecursor to a killing blow by the Zeke suit, except for one thing, the glowing beam-sabre blade protruding from the Zeon's torso, from the front to the back.<br/><br/>"Sorry, pal."  Sam said, softly.  "I'm going home, and you're not getting in my way."<br/><br/>Finally, Sam had brought Unit Three fully to it's feet, and shurgged off the carcass of the dead Zeon suit.  It's left arm was nearly useless, now, but the cockpit was intact, as well as it's pilot.<br/><br/>"Skipper, Talk to me."  Sam reported.  "I'm inbound to you."<br/><br/>Unit Three lunged into another run, back towards Sam's commanding officer.