Trowa was maintaining about a klick distance ahead of the main group. Though he suddenly realized how dumb this idea was; not that someone shouldn’t be up front scouting, but the fact that he was the one doing it. He wasn’t infantry. He was a pilot for Feth’s sake. He had been bored of waiting and thought this might be a good idea, at least give him something to do. This will teach him to have a little patient once in a while. Though not infantry, Trowa did know a thing or two about this sort of thing. He had grown up on Nepleslia with his mother and you didn’t survive there unless you learned a thing or two about moving unseen, tracking and fighting.
His scanners showed nothing and he hoped they were right, though in this weather he couldn’t be sure. He had gone about ten minutes when his scanners picked something up and then disappeared. Trowa quickly dropped to the ground, signaling Araan with a double click of his comm. He did another scan, more through this time of the surrounding area. He wasn’t about to go flying into a trap. He moved close to Araan and stuck his faceplate right up against his so he could hear him without using the comm. “Did your scanners pick up anything a moment ago? Or are they picking up anything now?”