One mission
Darik had to admit he was worried for the first week of silence between Cat and Tate, unsure what would come of it but as the second week crawled in things settled out. Tate actually brought up the recon operation during that week's planning time.
"We need Cat, Jake, and myself for it. Cat isn't going near it without me and if we come across any captives Jake's medical training will be needed."
"That would leave Darik and Lucy on their own to deal with each mech." Jake spoke with narrowed eyes.
"We can ask the nearby military base for assistance. Well need their help if we do come across any captives." Darik spoke up next.
"Lets see what they say, I'm going to guess we're keeping Cats new language private?" Jake asked after a minute or two of consideration.
"We'll tell them it's a recon mission to look for captives and leave it at that." Darik confirmed, "Unless we learn something important there's no point in causing trust issues."
Despite needing to listen, Cat's mind had wandered off, a part of her knowing Tate would inform her of it later while another part started cycling the questions of why, where, and when without any sort of answer. As the days passed she knew something would be answered when the military agreed to their idea, though on the condition that a sargent joins the recon team inside the ship. Something they had to agree to then wait for another attack.
It had been almost a month since their decision when a path of attacks was clear and close enough for them to attempt their recon mission.
Cat, Tate, and Jake rode in the old reliable truck Darik had been so fond of ,while he and Lucy went on motorbikes modified by the military group, Sargent driving the main recon team. Darik himself had considered calling it off several times since her presents could lead to a premature discovery of Cats knowledge, but several measurements had been taken. Sending Cat and Tate in with cameras recording anything they could find while Sargent J. and Jake searched for the possible captives.
That had given Darik a miniature sense of security as the three groups of vehicles separated, Lucys and his own groups starting it off with simple homemade style grenades thrown around the feet of the mech they came across first.
It wasn't as tall as others, a dark green coloring vaguely reminding Darik of rainforest camouflaging from the olden days of war. A storm of electrical shocks filling the air just behind their bikes as they rode block after block ahead of the frenzied mech that raced after them. The flow of rage became a tsunami in such a short amount of time he compared it to a toddler facing difficulty for the first time. The four man group had to do very little to keep the mechs attention to them. A few low level grenades every other block as they lead it further and further from its ship, down large stretches of back allies and up wide open streets.
Dariks expectations only ascended further and further when it crashed back to reality.
It had seemed like less than a few minutes since they started but the mech had stopped suddenly as its ship flew into view on the wide street ahead of them, the team splitting further apart as a set of glowing barrels started tracking them two at a time. By the time Darik could realize it two of the three men with him had turned into nothing but burning skellingtons on bikes that quickly crashed. In an act of desperate survival stupidity he ran his bike and himself into one of the stores along the roadside, glass cutting he's protective jacket several times before he finally passed the last of it and flew into a large hanging section of clothes that collapsed around him just as the living organism eliminating orange rays.