Chuckling, Aren shook his head. "Thanks, but no thanks," he said, pushing himself back up over the edge of the cockpit. "I'm done down here, so you're welcome to use my bed; odds are good I won't be sleeping tonight."<br/><br/>With that, he dismounted the mech, and walked towards the hangar door. Pulling a coat on over his grease smeared torso, he exited the hangar, walking in silence through the white covered landscape. His mind raced with tactics, and a small voice in his head kept repeating the words he had heard during the briefing. "Sounds like a set-up to me" There was no way that the Midlothian army would do that, setting up their best squad on a suicide mission; then again, Aren had heard the rumors of such things, but didn't want to believe it was true.