Ssssnnnngggg~
Three mech-suits tore through the sky above the Zeta Division.
Two were in black plating marked with sharp red stripes, while the third carried purple stripes.
Their destination was unmistakable: the Zeta Tower, standing proudly at the very heart of the division like a colossal spear driven into the center of the city.
Straight to Zeta Tower?
That's practically suicide!
Yet none of the three slowed down.
They knew exactly where they were going. They knew who was waiting for them inside, and they understood perfectly well what would most likely happen once they crossed those doors.
Still, there was no hesitation.
Their blood burned with anger, their thoughts consumed by revenge, and every passing second only brought them closer to the person responsible for what they had lost.
