the sands erupted around Units 1 and 3. William bring up his shield to protect against any shrapnel that was also being thrown up. Like Unit 3, Unit 1's head swiveled trying to find the source of the attack. "Defensive Posture, Sam." William called over the radio. A rather redundant command considered they were already in defensive posture.<br/><br/>The Sonar truck booked it out of the area in hopes of not being picked off. taking shelter behind a low dune. Allenby swung out the Sonar stake and drove it into the soft sand. She struggled to sort the sounds she was picking up, but it was rather difficult with the constantly shifting sand muffling the sound wave. Allenby growled as she struggled with the controls "Come on...Come on..." She seethed. Sweat running down her sharp cheek bones. as she twisted the dial, something began to come through, a dull thrum. She instantly released the dial as she pressed the Earphones to her head. straining at the noise. "That's it!" She gasped. "Lt. Contact bearing 287, 1.2 kilometers!" She stated over the Comm. "Good Work Sgt. Relay to Unit 2 and be ready to move on a moments notice." William returned. Raising up his 100mm Machine gun and shield. Unit 1 eagerly awaited the Enemy's arrival.