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Walker Rex, as it is known, is a first generation bipedal attack vehicle designed to cross difficult terrain and engage the enemy with highly advanced rail gun or with more conventional machine guns and auto cannons. Rex also has either thermally targeted rocket system called Nimbus that launches several rockets at the enemy..., Richard read from an old manual he had helped to write a few years ago. The manual detailed Rex' technical data and how to use it effectively. He had written how he had defeated the Extraterrestrial Two. He didn't like remembering it, though. Three days fighting a giant monster from the outer space and sitting in a tall tin can armed with barely tested weaponry hadn't been the most pleasant experience. Although without him, Rex and the Myrmidon Fleet, thousands of innocents might have been killed. It had been a risk worth taken, Richard thought.
Richard was in his office, filing a few reports of his tour to American military schools, giving guest lectures and making couple public appearances. He had returned to the base in the Christmas Island few days ago, and had slept one day straight before starting to write his reports about the tour and training with the Myrmidons.
The office wasn't a large one, but it was adequate for him. There were a workstation and a couple comfortable chairs with a coffee table between them. The room had one wall covered with books and another wall covered with trophies and articles about CETM and him from different international newspapers. Two walls remaining were mostly made from glass, one opening outside and the last wall to the inside and giving Richard a view that was envied. The windows could be dimmed whenever a need arose from a switch, but Richard didn't enjoy using the function.
Richard stretched his arms. Working in an office made his limbs stiff easily, and he was feeling slightly tired. He had had some close quarters combat training with a platoon of security guards in the afternoon, and he had sparred longer than anyone else. Richard yawned, and looked at his watch. It's almost midnight, and there will an early morning. I should get some sleep before the morning exercises, he thought. Suddenly, as he was standing up and starting to take his things with him, his radio buzzed and relayed a message.
"Command to Conwood, are you still awake? Over"
Great, like I didn't have anything better to do with my life Richard thought annoyed. Picking the radio, he answered. "Command, this is Conwood. I am receiving."
"Great. Secretary wants you to the hangar. A new Extraterrestrial contact has been sighted, and you're wanted to wait and support the Nephilim if needed with the Frog. Over."
Richard knew his duty. "Understood. Is there anything more, Command? Over."
Negative, sir. Command over and out. The radio clicked and stopped receiving. Richard stood in his office for a few seconds in silence. A new contact?
Richard was in his office, filing a few reports of his tour to American military schools, giving guest lectures and making couple public appearances. He had returned to the base in the Christmas Island few days ago, and had slept one day straight before starting to write his reports about the tour and training with the Myrmidons.
The office wasn't a large one, but it was adequate for him. There were a workstation and a couple comfortable chairs with a coffee table between them. The room had one wall covered with books and another wall covered with trophies and articles about CETM and him from different international newspapers. Two walls remaining were mostly made from glass, one opening outside and the last wall to the inside and giving Richard a view that was envied. The windows could be dimmed whenever a need arose from a switch, but Richard didn't enjoy using the function.
Richard stretched his arms. Working in an office made his limbs stiff easily, and he was feeling slightly tired. He had had some close quarters combat training with a platoon of security guards in the afternoon, and he had sparred longer than anyone else. Richard yawned, and looked at his watch. It's almost midnight, and there will an early morning. I should get some sleep before the morning exercises, he thought. Suddenly, as he was standing up and starting to take his things with him, his radio buzzed and relayed a message.
"Command to Conwood, are you still awake? Over"
Great, like I didn't have anything better to do with my life Richard thought annoyed. Picking the radio, he answered. "Command, this is Conwood. I am receiving."
"Great. Secretary wants you to the hangar. A new Extraterrestrial contact has been sighted, and you're wanted to wait and support the Nephilim if needed with the Frog. Over."
Richard knew his duty. "Understood. Is there anything more, Command? Over."
Negative, sir. Command over and out. The radio clicked and stopped receiving. Richard stood in his office for a few seconds in silence. A new contact?