"This is Iron Convoy Actual to all units. Strike and scout teams deployed."
"Received, Iron Convoy Actual," Hans remained seated on the armored SUV. "Strike Team Actual, command is given to you. Proceed when ready."
"Copy that, Golden Eagle."
Matilda walked toward the roadside barrier.
The armored column remained stationed along the hillside road.
From that elevation, the entire industrial district stretched beneath them wide and open.
"Ms. Kimmy, we will be quick on the uptake," Matilda approached Kimmy. "You need to be carried either by us or by your guardian. Choose."
Kimmy turned her head towards Yunera.
"You choose, Kimmy," Yunera surprisingly didn't insist.
"I will choose my sister," Kimmy answered. "I'm sorry, officer."
Yunera's face twitched, feeling guilty about Kimmy's choice. Left with no choice, she lowered down in front of Kimmy and gave the latter a piggyback ride.
"Understandable," Matilda nodded, unfazed by the rejection.
