In the vast expanse of white snow, the once-massive leeward rock was now more than half-buried.
Consequently, the mecha resting behind it also had more than half of its frame trapped in the snow.
Miles Sherman glanced at the exceptionally quiet, snow-covered ground outside and opened the comms channel. "We can move out. Acknowledge."
Erin Xavier, Nathan Lockwood, and the others replied one after another.
The mecha, once as rigid as a dead thing, immediately sprang into action.
Just as he had said, Miles Sherman let Zoe Pierce take complete control of the piloting.
They had seen her maneuver the mecha countless times. She knew every control, so how could they not trust her?
Zoe Pierce sat in the Alpha's lap, but the pressure on her was considerable.
This wasn't her mecha. It was Miles Sherman's, and it represented him.
Her every move would affect him.
