"Oh, it's to be like that, is it? Can't even fuck face to face..."
Baird reached over the partition separating him and Milena and retrieved the phone from his radio set, which was in a decidedly non-standard mounting. One hand on the wheel, he began to talk into the radio phone. Shells began landing around them, doing little more than exploding near them and sending up gouts of pebbles and dust. Baird made sure he was on the right frequency, tuned to the allied general comms net, and keyed the handset.
"This is Sergeant Baird of the Desert Oasis II, part of the convoy rollin' in. If you lot just heard German guns fire, they are shelling us, repeat, shelling us. The target is the convoy, over." The voice on the handset, despite being punctuated by explosions, was perfectly calm and clear, almost eerily so. "I suspect the enemy has FO's in the area, over. Desert Oasis II, out."
While talking, Baird turned the wheel, breaking formation with the convoy. He changed his radio set's freek to the convoy's local one. "This is Desert Oasis II, speaking to the convoy commander. My compliments, and I recommend you spread out. Double or triple the vehicle distance between each other at least. The enemy's probably got eyes in the area calling in fire. That first salvo was ineffective, but they're going to fire again, and believe me, they'll get you the second time."
Baird held the handset to his ear, driving as easily with one hand as he did with two. The UGC seemed to respond to even his slightest movement, the ungainly 3-ton carrier almost an extension of his body.
"Milena, do me a favor would you?" Baird said, still looking forward. He wasn't speaking into the handset. "Take those field glasses I got next to the control unit there, and keep an eye on any hills or mountains you can see. These bastards would need somewhere with good line-of-sight for their radios, so look for antenna, concealed or otherwise."
There was another pause. Baird swerved around a shell crater, and continued to talk.
"We're still heading for the objective, but it doesn't hurt having a pair of NECO eyes looking for whoever's trying to ruin our Italian morning." Baird said, by way of explanation. "It's not just us that has to reach the front."