"Indeed, I think that people want peace so much

That one of these days governments had

Better get out of their way and let them have it."

Dwight D. Eisenhower

Under Director Une's authority and Trowa Barton's encouragement, WuFei Chang liberated several gundanium main battle tanks from the Relief Agency's control, and set them as the teeth for his incursion party. With some luck and maneuvering, the Chinese Preventer set his hopes on outfoxing the rebels somewhere west in Kenya.

The Relief Agency could only spare a quartet of the ultra new gundanium hover skirted vehicles, but these four could handle anything up to and including a Leo mobile suit in ground combat.

Each tank came outfitted for stations for a driver, upfront, gunner, in the turret, and a commander, in the machinegun turret. The tank had no loader, who was subbed-out in favor of a "carousel" autoloader. The tank's engine, a robust fission engine designed for use at McMurdo and Barkley in Antarctica, is set forward of the driver, giving space for eight infantrymen in the back. The engine's electrical output is more than enough to levitate the tank two meters at seventy kilometers an hour and fire the railgun every five seconds.

The tank column stuck to the Kenyan roads, twitching for an imminent ambush. WuFei tensely sat in the commander's turret of the lead tank, restlessly swiveling front to back, angling the gun up and down, tracing every ridge while doing so. The tanks tossed up sandy dust storms while sprinting nearly fifty mile per hour in single file. A wooden bridge collapses under the mass of a shockwave as WuFei's lead tank makes a crossing. For a conventional tracked model, that would have been all she wrote, but for a hover tank, life goes on.

An ugly RPG fusillade cratered the rock face of the arroyo, now far behind WuFei's burling tank. He snapped left, stroked every inch of the ridge with his turreted gun, and swept over the same areas again.

"Halt! Full reverse!"

His driver heeded the command, retraced his steps.

"Yes Sir, full reverse."

The crouched troopers ahead stood vertical in pursuit. Why didn't they drive into our ambush? No fair!

WuFei waited for a great parade of foolhardy infantry to give chase into the open, before turning his suped gun to pile tungsten carbide on them.

WuFei's compartment space for troops actually harbored an electric intercept lab, so when the radiomen off the road called in support from some rocket mortar batteries way off the road, the intercept people found radio waves for WuFei to use as targeting beacons.

He dunked his own rocket mortars, 60mm meant for smoke discharging, to airburst right over them.

A pair of Apache gunships cleared out the mortar nest, and the jeeps that towed them in.

"All units," WuFei radioed, "I want us to sweep through the arroyo, and see if we can find any more weaklings to kill."