“Cousin Ahmed?!” Kaitlin asked.
Kaitlin had hybrid relatives in the Middle East who were entrusted with some of their more exotic weaponry. When she was twelve, Rory had taken her to meet some of them. Among the most memorable was Cousin Ahmed, a chubby little Syrian who taught her how to fieldstrip particle cannons blindfolded.
“In the flesh,” Ahmed replied. “When I heard about the summons, I got here as fast as I could.”
The mech stopped. Kaitlin looked down and realized why. It had already arrived at the shuttle. A hopeful smile spilled out of her mouth.
“Can you fight?” Ahmed asked with clear concern as he gently lowered his distant cousin to the sand.
“Just try and stop me!” Kaitlin yelled as she ran the last twenty feet toward the shuttle and hopped inside. Three seconds later, its entry ramp sealed shut.
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