Michael stared blankly at her for a few seconds.
'The old man had a granddaughter? Even more, his granddaughter is Claire, the genius mecha user?' He could only shake his head.
'It's such a small world.' He thought with a warm smile.
Seeing Claire's gaze was still locked onto him, expecting answers, he cleared his throat before answering.
"Yes, I do know him quite well actually. The last time I saw him, he was busy organizing the efforts of the Heavenly Pact. Since I didn't see him leave the energy shield we put on, I can guess that he is safe and sound for now."
Claire's face visibly relaxed. "You have my gratitude. Since we are going to the same place, do you want me to transport you there?"
Michael's eyes gleamed like a child in a candy store. One of his favorite things was riding mechas. There was no way he was going to refuse.
"It would be my pleasure!"
Back at Base #85, the common troops continued their hellfire against the Higher aliens without a moment's pause.
