As Myrina and Arcade came under fire, everything seemed to erupt into action all at once. 
In the irrigation facilties' bowl-like valley, gunfire erupted at the pair of GEARs from numerous directions, along with blooms of 'hot smoke', laced with IR and sensor-jamming metallic elements, shielding the movements of vehicles and other forces fighting back. 

At the mine entrance, as Adrian emerged back out into the light from the tunnel and spoke to Aidan over the comm-channel, the abandoned work-GEAR at the entrance to the mine moved with a groan of long-abandoned and half-rotten electromuscle and alloy, jerking into a more upright posture through embedded LOS commands, before the sevel dozen pounds of composition explosive and ball-bearings embedded into its' frame detonated with an apocalyptic roar and a blinding flash of light, engulfing the pair in clouds of smoke. As the clouds of smoke and blinding dust whirled about the two machines, tracers slashed through the murk, and proximity alarms clashed with lock-on warnings and sensor paint notifications. 

At the Landcrawlers, the upper hatch on the forward of the two vehicles, the one most open to the elements, lazily fell open, as if in the wind - and moments later the concussive boom-hiss of a shoulder-fired SAM sounded, arcing upward toward the hovering helicopter. Moments later, without waiting for a hit confirmation, a scrambling mis-matched formation of a pair of dirt-bikes, a track-bike* and two quads roared away from the crawlers, their heavily armed passengers glaring over their shoulders with desperate expressions as they headed for the direction of the irrigation farm. 

At the Town, Silverwind and the others saw the eruptions of smoke and light, and then later heard the concussions of smoke in the wind, reaching them a few scant moments later. 
"Shit," hissed the vulpine through his teeth, ears flattening under his piloting helmet. "The others have run into trouble," he growled. Taking the initiative, he snapped over the radio to the others. "Nawlin, Double time it! We gotta clear this area and move ta reinforce th' others!"
Pointing with the [i]Harlock's[/i] hands, he bounded forward, autocannon rifle pulled into the machines' shoulder tightly in a firing position as he moved up the street in a fast run, sweeping window frames and doors with the forward camera in sweeps of the head, miniguns covering possible firing positions as the head moved, and the autocannon covering other positions as he ran. He kept an equal eye out for traps and wires, ready to disable or tangle the legs of a twenty-foot war machine, as he moved.
"Mike!" he yelled, abandoning protocol in the heat of the moment as he moved. There was no sign of the enemy here. "Anything on your side! Kuraiko, back me up - move a street over and check the structures!"
The thought of the others in distress bothered him. How many GEARs could there be, where could they be hidden, if not here? Was it at the mine? After all, that was where one of the explosions had come from. He gritted his teeth as he saw [I]Prower[/i] grow larger as he closed in on Mike's location.