The old officer looked over the map and at the scene expanding before them, around them and the forces present, foot units only, not signs of this distance of heavy weapons, arty or such... Long as they kept moving they should be safe. Thr fact it was converted to military unse and guns may mean they added light armour but that was at best against flak or and not concentrated fire, the dinwoes where still glass and the gas bags could be shot out with heavy fire. They where running heavy, yes, they needed to Evade. 

"Copy Captain, got a rough plot on unknown force. Estimates range 5.0.0.0. To 7.5.0.0. Metres. Closing fast on force.  Can divert to heading. 1.9.0 and limit our exposure and fire." His PTSD was calmed by the slow fmailailr military report, it's slow clear numbers and the highly clipped tone pronounced for maximum clarity. His hand shook holding the compass as he took a reading and confirmed he was right. 

"Copy. Compass and repeat are in sync" He said again as he tried to calm his feelings, his memories. The old memories... the ones that ended in fire, darkness blood and pain. 

"Damn wish I looted some cigarettes right now" He said to herself as she watched and waited the force on horizon. Hamerlin was forcing his calm as he ran the basic general orders he learned a officer cadet to force his mind off the old battle, the last battle. 

[@Bingelly][@Dyelli Beybi]