Neville didn't wait to see the results of his missile barrage.
The moment the last projectile left his launchers, he was already moving—not toward Grayson, but away. His mecha sprinted toward the nearest rock formation, sand spraying in his wake.
[CRITICAL DAMAGE]
That's good, Neville thought. But it's not enough.
A retired general didn't become a retired general by being slow or careless.
Those missiles' damage had bought him time, but they had also brought him Grayson's full, undivided attention.
And there was nothing more dangerous than Grayson paying attention.
[Neville.] Grayson's voice came through with a deceptively calm tone. [That's a smart move.]
"Thank you."
[But that's the end of this.]
"Is that so?" Neville replied with a careless tone, but deep inside, he was already shivering in fright
[I'll come get you.] That deep voice sent shivers down his spine.
"You're welcome to try." He forced himself to say confidently as he quickly surveyed the surroundings
