The Hunt Begins
“Your boss, that old Japanese man must be quite rich. This dune buggy has been operating for more than an hour, but its power has not decreased at all. It must be a custom-made equipment, right? This stuff is probably not cheap.”
Roddy was seated inside the dune buggy that the bald girl had summoned out; he had taken the initiative to take the driver’s position. Nagase Komi did not argue against his decision because she knew that Roddy’s skill was related to machines. It would be best to leave matters related to machines to him.
They rode in the dune buggy through the wasteland, speeding toward the point validation location indicated by the radar. As they were on the move, Roddy could not help but sigh. “A pity, this senior’s Thunderstorm Tank had been destroyed just like that. If I could bring it back, I might be able to make use of the wreckage. Perhaps, it might be possible to repair it…”
“Repair?”