Oliver watched the recon team taking firering position. His teammates didn't waste any time to start the engagement as the sound of roaring guns filled the air. He could see how Myria and Shona started to fire upon the 3 makeshift GEARS from the river crossing. As the tiger moved his GEAR into position to support Shona against any treat that would dare to come close he could feel the tension rising. This was the moment they had all been looking forward too. Time to prove that they were all at least slightly competent at doing their jobs. The tiger watched how Shona took her first shots. The first on missed but she quikcly corrected and damaged the GEAR forcing to crawl for cover Oliver opened up his radio "Shona, I got you covered"
Oliver had barely spoken or his cockpit started to glow with warning lights. His radar has picked up incoming mortar shells. Only a second after, Myria's voice came over the radio with the order to relocate. Oliver quickly used his GEAR's computers to calculate the trajectories and impact locations of the mortar shells and quickly noticed how all the shells seemed to land more closely to his GEAR compared to his teammates. With all the enemy radio's jammed it is impossible to use it to send coordinates and the tiger was pretty sure that the 3 GEAR's they where ambushing could not have given through their location because he was transmitting the jamming signals non-stop. Then the realization sank in that they the enemy mortars where targeting the broadcast location. Oliver quickly started to fall back to avoid being hit and opened his radio. "Fuck, they are targeting me. Or to be more precisely, they are using my jamming signal to determine our location!"
This fact placed both Oliver and the recon team for a tough call. If Oliver would stop jamming the last remaining GEAR would be able to signal through their locations and the recon team would still be under fire from the mortars. Also the precise composition of the team might become known to the enemy. With such vital data, the enemy could use their assets to defend more efficiently. This would definitely make their job more difficult when assaulting the main camp. It was pretty clear to the tiger that the enemy formation would have to be destroyed before he could cease jamming their communications.
Oliver suddenly broke his GEAR out of formation without much warning and boosted his GEAR up to full speed while trying to avoid the incoming mortar shells. To an outsider it might look like the tiger was fleeing the scene with his tail between his legs but the next mortar shell impacted further away from his teammates and closer to him. Luckily Oliver's Saxknot had excellent radars and computers that he used to calculate the points of impact. The tiger tried to navigate his GEAR through the barrage of mortar shells without getting hit. None the less, every next shell seemed to land closer to his GEAR. Oliver could feel the sweat running across his forehead as he piloted his GEAR with far more skill then people would expect from a rookie soldier. Even so, Oliver know that it was only a matter of time before he would receive the first damage of the day. The tiger could only hope that his team would take out the enemy GEARs before he would receive a direct hit.