[i]Atop the up-armored halftrack, Sidewinder rolled his eyes beneath his mask. This was not what he wanted to deal with, nor was this the sort of intel Inferno had given him. Nonetheless, he’d make due. Usually that was pretty easy. What he didn’t like was that for the moment, his expeditionary force was outnumbered and not entrenched in the surrounding area. That meant playing nice for the time being. Playing nice, however, didn’t rule out being a smartass. Reaching for the CB to the loudspeaker on the halftrack, he spoke.[/i] “Well I take it you must be blind, then! Can’t see the screamin’ eagle?” [i]He couldn’t help but laugh, and he could hear laughter from his soldiers who could hear him, those in the turrets atop each of the armored vehicles, and those in his own vehicle.[/i] “When did the Dojo become private territory, because last I checked, it wasn’t occupied and occupation was forbidden. If you’d known that, you’d probably have figured that any half-intelligent man who’d done research wasn’t here for an invasion. You’ll have to forgive my armor, I just don’t like losing men to the nutcases up on the hill. Now if you’ll excuse me I’ve got meetings to attend and the bigwigs to talk to. Let’s not make this ugly now. Pleaaaaaase.” [i]It was a mocking plea at the least, but such was the nature of the man Inferno had assigned to Hawkwind.[/i]