Once the squad was formed, they boarded a suitable vehicle and split off from the army. Claire used her mecha to fly over them, scanning the area for the nearest threats.
"I haven't known you for long, but it's enough to see that you have a deep hatred for the aliens." Bryce pointed out.
"Have you perhaps experienced misfortune in the past?" The old man found it strange how Michael, who was barely 18 years old, could harbor a hatred so intense, similar to a veteran who had lost his family in war.
"Every person has gone through unpleasant things in their past. I am not unique in that aspect. All I need to know is that our race is being threatened to hate the invaders." Michael replied calmly, refusing to elaborate further.
Since he was reminded of his family by Bryce's words, Michael called his sister to pass the time until they found a group of aliens.
Unsurprisingly, it took less than ten minutes for red dots to appear on the scanner's screen.
