Sam saw that his plan failed, but not for lack of trying on his part.  The first suit to close with his group zoomed right past, leaving him and the boss to fend for targets, themselves.<br/><br/>"I hear ya, boss."  Sam said, as he acknowledged Samson's directive to support their sniper.  As he said it, Unit Three pushed itself up from the sandy ground, and pivoted on it's knee to swing around, comng to a crouching stance, where it's shield and 100-mike could be used.<br/><br/>Sam fired a short burst from the Hundred-mike, and keyed the controls for the suit's thrusters.  In an instant, the suit was launching itself in horizontal flight over the sand, heading directly towards the Zeke that was threatening Isabel.<br/><br/>"Sniper!"  Sam growled.  "Duck!  I'm gonna take his head off!"<br/><br/>Sam altered his flight just a bit, and brought the suit into a more virtical flight-orientation.  As he did this, he brought the suit's right leg up and forward, preparing to plant that leg's foot-casing dirently into the Zeke's faceplate.