What the hell was going on with these Zeon types?  The sure didn't  fit the profile he'd come to know in the Intel job Sam had had before coming here, to the desert.  These weren't the Fight-Til-You-Die types taht Same had seen reports of, constantly, and they certainly weren't what one would consider cowards.  They simply seemed to operate with something like battlefield honor, which, in this day and age, was not seen much, at all.<br/><br/>"All right."  Sam said, yanking back on his controls, and bringing Unit 3 to a shuddering stop.  "Lady, you got balls like I've never seen, but if you want another mutual withdraw, I can dig it."<br/><br/>Sam started moving his Gundam back, bringing up a small rear-view aspect onto his view screen.  Once he had it, he moved back, slowly, to where his hundred-mike lay, and once he was there, he dropped his suit to a knee, and popped the charging rach for one of his beam-sabres, without drawing it.  As he reached for the hundred-mike main weapon, he made it known that if they tried to get the drop on him, he'd still have something for the Zeon suits.<br/><br/>Within two minutes, Sam had his gun, and a fresh magaine slapped into place.  As the Gundam stood, the sabre charging rack closed again, adn Sam's machine took up a stance to guard the other Federation suits, watching the Zeons closely.<br/><br/>"You know, lady, if it weren't  for this fucked-all war, I'd buy you a beer."  Sam said, thoughtfully.