Brad's disbelief shone like a beacon from his normally unmoving face, this
was murder, could this be the Backdraft Groups doing, it was definitely the
sort of thing they would get up to, after all, they had almost killed Bit
on a number of occasions for the sake of taking the Liger Zero or for their
own twisted entertainment.
"Brad, I want you to go out in the Shadow fox and take a closer look, see
if there's anything we've missed"
"Right Doc"
15 minutes later the Shadow Fox was bounding towards the wrecked zoids. Brad was, understandably, apprehensive, if those zoids had been sniped they probably never knew what hit them, he flipped a switch and increased radar sensitivity, and just to be sure, activated the infra-red to spot any stealth units. When he reached the wrecks he bought the Shadow Fox to its knees and got out, two of the zoids had lost their heads and nothing could be done about it but something else caught his eye on the other two, they didnt seem to have any battle damage, not a scratch or even blackened armour plate. He walked around the first zoid and found the problem, in the Gyzaks bright orange cockpit was a small hole. Brad climbed up one of the claws imbedded in the ground and using the butt of his rifle as a club, smashed in the canopy to peer inside. What he saw almost made him throw up, there was a young boy about the age of 17, his hands were still gripping the controls and his golden hair was matted with blood from a hole in his head. He took the boys registration card so he could let the commission inform the family, he then prepared for the grisly prospect of doing it all over again to the second Gyzak.
When Brad returned he spoke to no one other than Toros, if any one else even tried to speak to him he gave them the cold shoulder, but they all attributed it to Brad being Brad. He became even more reclusive than usual after reporting the death of the two young pilots to the commission and could only be found at mealtimes or at Doc Toros summons. The two pilots had never even see their foe, this is what made him sure the Backdraft were not responsible, they fought battles without rules and the odds heavily stacked in their favour but they enjoyed the fanfare of making themselves known.
The Steel Warrior team made their way through the Adrienne mountain pass aboard a Gustav transport, two Iron Kongs and a two Dark Horns made a formidable combination and was part of the reason the team had made it to class A, with a mix of good strategy, strict training and a steady flow of cash from their sponsors they had created a well deserved reputation as a team. None of this meant diddly squat to the man up on the cliff staring down on the Gustav's slow progress, to him they were just four more victims, he was going to enjoy this.
15 minutes later the Shadow Fox was bounding towards the wrecked zoids. Brad was, understandably, apprehensive, if those zoids had been sniped they probably never knew what hit them, he flipped a switch and increased radar sensitivity, and just to be sure, activated the infra-red to spot any stealth units. When he reached the wrecks he bought the Shadow Fox to its knees and got out, two of the zoids had lost their heads and nothing could be done about it but something else caught his eye on the other two, they didnt seem to have any battle damage, not a scratch or even blackened armour plate. He walked around the first zoid and found the problem, in the Gyzaks bright orange cockpit was a small hole. Brad climbed up one of the claws imbedded in the ground and using the butt of his rifle as a club, smashed in the canopy to peer inside. What he saw almost made him throw up, there was a young boy about the age of 17, his hands were still gripping the controls and his golden hair was matted with blood from a hole in his head. He took the boys registration card so he could let the commission inform the family, he then prepared for the grisly prospect of doing it all over again to the second Gyzak.
When Brad returned he spoke to no one other than Toros, if any one else even tried to speak to him he gave them the cold shoulder, but they all attributed it to Brad being Brad. He became even more reclusive than usual after reporting the death of the two young pilots to the commission and could only be found at mealtimes or at Doc Toros summons. The two pilots had never even see their foe, this is what made him sure the Backdraft were not responsible, they fought battles without rules and the odds heavily stacked in their favour but they enjoyed the fanfare of making themselves known.
The Steel Warrior team made their way through the Adrienne mountain pass aboard a Gustav transport, two Iron Kongs and a two Dark Horns made a formidable combination and was part of the reason the team had made it to class A, with a mix of good strategy, strict training and a steady flow of cash from their sponsors they had created a well deserved reputation as a team. None of this meant diddly squat to the man up on the cliff staring down on the Gustav's slow progress, to him they were just four more victims, he was going to enjoy this.