"Maxwell, Nawlin - I'm registering a sporadic contact at about half a klick out, south-south-east. I can't tie it down. Investigate the area, but fall back for support if you find anything suspicious, over."
"understood, leaving 6 O'clock position to investigate" mike responds, Prowler twisting around to face the new objective. double checking his colors, mike sets them to shift dynamicly before setting off, moving in a half crouch to get the best speed, with the smallest silhouette. training kicked in, rifle to shoulder and scanning the area, but he couldn't help feel like something was off. shoving the feeling of unease back to make room for reason, he continued on, switching to thermal cameras on his secondary monitor, trying to find an advantage over the enemy. thankfully, having Maxwell above did make it easier to find them, lucky bastard didn't have to navigate terrain, and had farther line of sight then he had. despite the problems of being a ground pounder, mike arrived in short time.
going prone behind cover about I kilometer out, mike shifted his rifle into position, hoping any scratches in its matte paint didn't give him away as he watched the makeshift mobile armor.
"nawlin here, confirm 3 gears, seem to be repurposed civi construction models." he muttered to the team as he zoomed in on the rocket carrier, taking in its appearance and arms. "2 with only small arms, one has missile like weapon, unknown type. all armor seems to be hastily welded plate, approx. 2-5cm thick." mike continued as he frowned. not even a recruit would have set up like this, without military grade systems, all the weapons would be dumb fire only, hell the rocket might not even fire. mikes paranoia flared again. "seems to be a scout group, little to no threat in engagement, orders?" he asked as he watched the 3 scramble behind several cement barricades.