Chapter 37

Inside the cockpit of the massive mech, Jake leaned back against the cold interior hull, watching the digitized silhouette of Olympus HQ on the primary monitor. The reinforced glass spire loomed over the city like a jagged tooth. Beside him, Urban Outlaw sat in the pilot’s seat, one hand on the flight stick and the other casually tilting a bottle of Bordeaux wine. "Should you really be drinking while driving this thing?" Jake asked, glancing at the bottle and then at the few other labels...