Sgt. Green blinked a moment. He knew she wasn't a defector, but to try and rescue Jillian all on her own. "Form up Green Team." He ordered as he fell on Catrina's "Wing". "If I understand the situation correctly. They are returning from a sortie, so they should be low on Ammo, and worn out. Acar states that one of the "White" Mobile suits was taken out during the fighting so that is one less to deal with. So the Odds are in our Favor, 2 to 1" Green stated over the Radio. Giving Catrina as much intelligence as possible.<br/><br/>----------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>At the small makeshift Oasis, Jared began passing out Ration packs to everyone. Over the course of the two days, Jared had time to think on what William told him and it sank in. "Here, I know it isn't as good as 'Real" Food, but it is better than starving to death. Though, Not by much." Jared explained as he opened the Ration pack for Jillian. William was standing in the Cockpit of Unit 1. The canopy raised as he would scan the surrounding area while his People rest. To minimize the possibility of being detected. William Hand Unit in a kneeling position. He also had it to where the Suit blocked the Majority of the sun from the sensor truck.<br/><br/>William lowered the binoculars when Jared called up to him and tossed a Ration pack. Munching on it. James made a sour face. "Jeez, I swear these must be a crime against humanity. Surely under the "Unfit for Human consumption" Clause or something." He griped. Though, Truth be told. The Rations weren't really that bad. It was just tradition to gripe about them none the less.