Ok guys, this chapter has been in the works for a while, so I hope you like it.


Gipsy ran to embrace Striker, who shifted from the pain of the hug.

"Gips, you're hurting me. Woke up from surgery half and hour ago, and the doctor says I'll be sore for a while. And you're squeezing me in the spot where my last operation was." The Mark V said in pain

"Sorry." Said Gipsy, blushing.

Just then, the head doctor came in.

"Striker, I an pleased to say that you are discharged from the surgery wing, and may return to normal life. Just be cautious of how you move, and you'll be fine." The doctor said in a good mood.


News spread fast of Striker's recovery. The staff offered their good cheer to the Jaegers, and they were all happy. Except for one. He was the Precouser's mole. He found what they needed to know. And this mole was none other than Doctor Hermann Gottlieb. He reported of Striker's successful operation, and was given an assignment.

"The Huntress' eldest pilot. We want him dead." Acidios said over the neural patch.

"It shall be done, milady." The scientist responded


Striker and Gipsy sat on the beach, along with their pilots. Tacit and Romeo were training in the Combat Room, and this was fine with Gipsy. She hadn't gotten much alone tine with Striker since... since his near death.

Yancy got up to go to the bathroom, but before he even left the beach, he was shot by Gottlieb.


No more till next time all.