Alpha-One and the Ronin meet at the agreed coordinates. It's a fairly desolate tundra, with a frozen river to the southeast, sparse woods and ice patches all around.
"So, you are the mercenaries who have been giving us a hard time. You are skilled, for honorless scum." Greets the Ronin leader, piloting a Griffin.
"Right. Let's get on with it." Responds Gbasden.
The APCs park next to each other and the Ronin guys begin checking and cataloguing the prisoners we brought over, while their guys bring Corporal "Freyland" Hauli out. Looks fine from our mechwarriors' point of view. The Ronin have the Griffin and a Wasp watching over the exchange, in addition to a pair of Vedettes. They begin loading their prisoners into their APC, then El Guapo and Isgrimnur both report sensor contacts closing in from north, west and south. Rasalhague units, several lances of tanks plus a pair of mechs.
"It's a trick! The deal's off, mercenary!" The Griffin pilot calls out. One of the Ronin guards goes to grab Freyland.
"The hell it is." Freyland responds, avoiding the grapple, grabbing the guard's sidearm from his holster and putting a few rounds into center of mass before sprinting off towards our APC.
The objective is to exit the board from any edge, having picked up Freyland. You can either instruct the APC to pick up our mechwarrior, or have one of our mechs do it.
The Ronin and FRR are hostile to each other.
[Ignore the blown-up Wasp. I needed a way to spawn a loose mechwarrior.]