It was his chance!
Sam didn't think. He just dove. His light-class mecha's thrusters sputtered and screamed, but he didn't care. He was going back for Marco.
"Hang on, you idiot!" he shouted, forcing the controls forward. Only to be surprised that the sea of mutant corpses he was preparing to dig through to retrieve Marco had thinned out a lot.
"???"
In fact, it had thinned out enough for him to be able to fish out the heavy mecha's battered frame. But it had also made it clear just how much damage his friend had taken in that short period. The familiar mecha was slumped on the ground like a fallen statue, and Sam's heart lurched.
"Marco?! Hey, Marco, you fucker, answer me, dammit!" he shouted as he tried to rush over to him.
But then he froze.
Because something was still there, only his radar didn't pick it up. Alarms blared in his mind as a shadow moved, as if latching onto Marco's back.
