Sam had one clip left.  The problem was, the girl in the Zeke Dom-suit was eating up, even though Sam was trying like hell to be cautious, keeping his bursts to the absolute minimum.  She was just that damned good.<br/><br/>"Girl, I swear, if you don't settle down and let me get a shot off..."  Sam said, but didn't get to complete his thought.  IT was at that moment that the roof caved in.<br/><br/>'The Roof', in this case, wasn't literal, but for all the impact it had, it could've been.  Sam heard the explosion, even through the armored skin of his machine.  At the exact same moment, his IFF reciever showed one less friendly target on his screen.  Sam saw the Boss's suit was still in operation, and so that meant...<br/><br/>"Sniper!"  Sam called out, knowing there would be no answer, but still needing to call out to her.  "Isabel, dammit!  Answer me!"<br/><br/>AS he did this, Sam's machine kept dodging and backing from blows being delivered by the Dom and it's heat-staff.  Sam's shield was up, but it's condition was not even close to factory-spec.  The heat staff had smashed into it many, many times, and it's crumpled facade was nearly wrapped around the left forearm of the Gundam.<br/><br/>"Fuck it!"  Sam snarled, as he dropped the hundred-mike.  Unit Three dropped to a knee, where it grabbed the hit of a beam-sabre being extended from another knee.  Then, with it in hand, Sam's machine brought it's face around to look directly at the Dom, it's green eyes flashing, the purple-pink glow of the sabre adding an eery visage to the Federation machine.<br/><br/>"Okay, lady."  Sam said, cooly, over an open frequency.  "You got one of us, and now it's time to pay that tab.  You die."<br/><br/>The thrusters on the back of Sam's machine ignited, throwing Unit Three into a forward lunge.  Sam brought the blade of the beam sabre up, intending to grasp the weapon with both hands, and bring it down on the Dom, as if the Gundam itself was some Samuari warrior.