he couldn’t help but feel like they had all the time in the
world.
Taz was slurping up rehydrated noodles with the rest of
the team when Up beckoned her over to where he crouched,
one ear pressed to the receiver of the team’s radio. He put
his finger to his lips and turned the receiver just enough so
that she could listen too.
“They’re called Wing Gundam Zero units,” said the
scratchy female voice on the other end. “And they’re
incredibly sophisticated, they’re operated directly through
the human brain, so they’re instinctive, that’s why they can
move so fast. They’re damn near impossible to destroy, the
one you sent over is the only specimen we’ve managed to
get.”
Up nudged Taz proudly, and she gave him a halfhearted
smile.
“But we’re estimating that they’ve got thousands of
them, Up. You’ve seen what just one can do, and that was
just a prototype. The G.L.E.E. is running out of resources.”
“You mean running out of Rangers, Li,” said Up.
“Well, yes,” the radio said. “We need to stop these things
before they get them off the ground. And luckily for us,
there is one thing – besides human operators – that these
bastards need to make the units work. According to our
intelligence reports, they’ve already reached an agreement
and will be transporting the material back here to Earth
within the week.”
“So we’ve got to get to this stuff first,” Up said. “And
blow it to hell.”
“It’s the only shot we’ve got left, Up. If the robots get
those units operational, it’s all over. And there’s only one
place in the galaxy that has enough phason for them to do
it.”