Through the vast white snow, the once-massive leeward rock could be seen, now more than half-buried.
The mecha leaning against it was also half-stuck, its massive frame buried in the drift.
Miles Sherman glanced at the exceptionally quiet, snow-covered landscape outside and opened the comms. "We're clear to move out. Acknowledge."
Aaron Xavier, Nathan Lockwood, and the others replied one by one.
The mechas, once as rigid and lifeless as statues, immediately sprang into action.
Just as he'd promised, Miles Sherman let Zoe Pierce take complete control of the piloting.
They had seen her pilot a mecha hundreds, if not thousands, of times and knew she understood every control. How could they not trust her?
Zoe Pierce sat in the Alpha's lap, the pressure immense.
'This isn't my mecha, it's Miles's. It represents him.'
'My every move will affect him.'
Taking a deep breath, she manipulated the mecha to lift its leg. The fresh snow was fluffy, scattering with the slightest movement.
