As the NCM pilots in Howling Sands prepared and suited up, far away, another NCM pilot spoke in an SN combat helicopter;

Raymond asked his current handlers, "So... transporting me to your refinery then, SN?", and the Niasse gunship captain said, "We'll be dropping you off as soon as we enter the combat zone. We've recently been attacked by some AA&T forces who are still in the area, probably prowling the outskirts for another opening to attack. Wesson platoon, we believe. You're here for a little 'insurance', as we said.", the Captain of the SN transport gunship replied, quickly.

"Roger then, unhook me when you will." "Actually... now!", with that, the NCM gently fell down, before its' thrusters kicked in at full power, making it gently bob up and down above the sands, kicking up tiny plumes occasionally. "We expect an attack soon, so patrol around the area, as we've said.", a reply, "Sure thing!", and the NCM began slowly circling the refinery, hiding itself from long-ranged sensors and radar with its' jamming equipment. "Hey, maybe killing these blokes'll free up some food for some children somewhere. Eh? Eh?"