So today…
I think he’ll just doing it the old way…Or so I thought…
Suddenly he appeared from within the storage, completely equipped with a powered suit. If it’s just a normal powered suit, I wouldn’t have mind. Powered work suits are commonly used for household duties. But the one he uses is…
“…The 6th-generation Military-Purpose Powered Suit…”
I feel nauseous. It’s a full-fledged war machine, capable of wrecking a tank head-on with a single punch, provides the user full protection against missiles, and capable of fighting head-on with an entire armed battalion. It isn’t something to be used for removing weeds.
First thing first, how come that kind of dangerous thing is here in a civilian house?
I know that this family is abnormal, but that kind of thing wasn’t supposed to get out from a research facility. I immediately call the commander…
This isn’t something I can handle on my own.
“Commander……It’s me”
I call the commander with weak voice. The communication channel is filled by noise for a moment, then I hear the commander’s voice