[h1][color=0076a3]Odell Fuchs[/color][/h1]

The thunderous roar as several mechs activated deafened the air. The 442nd began to form up as they trekked past the safety of Fort Beacon and into the countryside. Of course, this meant Odell needed to gather his team onto transports and follow. He pulled out his scroll and sent orders to the entire fireteam. [color=0076a3]"It's time to go. Rendezvous outside, near the VTOL. Can't miss it."[/color] Odell turned to Mikoto. [color=0076a3]"It's now or never. Time to go save the world, huh?"[/color] Odell walked past her as a bullhead touched down mere yards away. As soon as the last team member was aboard, it would be go time.