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ha。　He　had　made　up　his　mind　to　track　its　fall；　abandoning　his　earlier　plans　to　try　for　Laako　City　in　the　hopes　of　beating　other　Spotters；　Foragers；　and　assorted　rogues　to　the　find。

Rand　relaxed　his　wrist　and　let　the　bike　e　to　a　slow　stop　a　good　kilometer　from　the　impact　point。　He　threw　back　the　hood　of　his　shirt　and　slid　his　goggles　up　onto　his　forehead。　The　ship　was　even　larger　than　he　had　guessed；　like　some　great　bird　with　enormous　hexagonally　shaped　cargo　pods　strapped　to　the　undersides　of　its　wings。　It　was　still　glowing　in　places　but　obviously　had　been　cooled　by　the　rains　that　had　drenched　the　irradiated　wastes　during　the　night。　Rand　cautiously　resumed　his　forward　motion；　pleting　a　circle　around　the　thing　at　the　same　safe　distance。　There　were　no　tracks　or　footprints　in　the　still…moist　sands；　which　meant　that　no　one　had　left　or　entered　the　wreck　during　the　past　twelve　hours　or　so。

He　cycled　through　a　second；　tighter　circle　and　headed　in；　convinced　that　he　was　first　to　arrive　on　the　scene。　Approaching　the　ship　now；　he　could　discern　numbers　and　letters　stenciled　on　the　fuselage…M_R_DIV_I　…but　could　make　no　sense　of　the　whole…where　it　had　e　from　or　why。

The　wreck　had　the　stench　of　recent　death　written　all　over　it。　He　wasn't　in　the　least　looking　forward　to　walking　into　cargo　bays　wallpapered　with　Human　remains；　but　he　was　just　going　to　have　to　shut　his　eyes　to　that　part　of　it。　There　had　to　be　something　he　could　use；　weapons　or　foodstuffs。

He　began　to　circle　the　ship　on　foot　now；　searching　for　some　way　to　get　inside。　The　nose　was　throwing　off　so　much　heat　there　was　no　getting　near　it；　but　the　rear　hatch　of　one　of　the　cargo　carriers　had　sprung　open　on　impact；　and　the　place　seemed　cool　enough　to　enter。

Rand　threw　himself　atop　the　twisted　wreck　of　the　hatch　and　started　in。　The　interior　was　dark　and　uninviting；　and　it　smelled　like　hell。　He　knew　he　wasn't　going　to　get　very　far；　but　not　fifty　feet　into　the　thing…after　whacking　his　head　on　a　low　threshold　and　falling　flat　on　his　face　in　the　dark…he　found　more　than　enough　to　satisfy　him：　a　bin　of　ten　Robotech　cycles。

He　lifted　one　up　and　out　of　its　rack　and　bent　down　to　look　it　over。　It　was　Robotech；　all　right；　probably　one　of　the　Cyclone　type　the　military　had　used　before　the　development　of　the　Hovercrafts。　Rand　had　heard　about　them　but　never　thought　he　would　live　to　see　one…let　alone　ride　one！

Straddling　the　mecha　now；　he　depressed　the　ignition　switch；　fingers　of　his　left　hand　crossed　for　luck。　The　Cyclone　fired；　purring　like　a　kitten；　after　a　goose　or　two　of　the　throttle。

〃Awwriight！〃　Rand　shouted。

He　flicked　on　the　headlight；　screeched　the　Cyclone　through　a　360；　and　tore　back　toward　the　doorway；　launching　himself　into　the　desert　air　from　the　sprung　hatchway。　He　hit　the　sand　and　twisted　the　cycle　to　a　halt；　exhilarated　from　his　short　flight。

Then　he　noticed　something　else　in　flight：　a　three…unit　Invid　scouting　party　ing　fast　over　a　ridge　of　low　hills　to　the　west。　Rand　cursed　himself　for　not　figuring　them　into　the　picture；　they；　too；　must　have　been　aware　of　the　transport's　crash。　And　as　always；　their　timing　was　impeccable。　Even　so；　Rand　was　thankful　that　they　were　only　Scouts　and　not　Shock　Troopers。　In　fact　there　was　a　good　chance　that　the　Cyclone　would　be　able　to　outrun　them…at　least　as　far　as　the　forest。

The　three　Scouts　put　down　next　to　the　downed　ship；　positioning　themselves　to　prevent　Rand's　escape；　the　cloven　foot　of　one　them　flattening　the　old　cycle　that　had　seen　him　through　so　much。

〃I　sure　hope　your　insurance　is　paid　up；　pal！〃　Rand　yelled　at　the　Scout。

They　were　twenty…foot…tall　bipedal　creatures　with　articulated　armored　legs　and　massive　pincer　arms；　there　was　no　actual　head；　but　raised　egg…shaped　protrusions　atop　their　inverted　triangular　torsos　were　suggestive　of　eyes；　while　what　looked　to　be　a　red…rimmed　lipless　mouth　concealed　a　single　sensor　lens。　Rand　had　seen　brown　ones　and　purple　ones…these　three　were　of　the　latter　category…and　more　than　anything　they　reminded　him　of　two…legged　land　crabs。　The　Scouts　were　just　that　and　were　weaponless；　except　if　one　counted　their　innate　repulsiveness。　However；　they　could　inflict　serious　damage　with　their　claws；　and　just　now　one　of　the　Scouts　wanted　to　demonstrate　that　fact　to　Rand。

Rand　shot　the　Cyclone　forward　at　the　Scout's　first　swipe；　its　claw　striking　the　sand　with　a　loud　crunching　sound。　〃Okay；　but…Um　going　to　be　submitting　a　bill　for　damages！〃　he　called　over　his　shoulder　as　a　second　creature　gave　pursuit。

Rand's　previous　questions　concerning　the　Cyclone's　capabilities　were　soon　to　be　answered。　The　three　Invid　were　gaining　on　him；　and　ready　or　not　he　was　going　to　have　to　put　the　cyc　through　its　paces。　He　took　a　deep　breath　and　kicked　in　the　turbochargers。　Instantaneously　the　Cyclone　took　off　like　a　shot；　living　up　to　its　namesake　while　Rand　struggled　to　retain　control。　The　Scouts　meanwhile　gave　up　their　ground…shaking　run　and　took　to　the　air；　thrusters　carrying　them　overhead；　pincer　arms　poised　for　the　embrace　that　killed。

Their　prey；　however；　had　managed　to　overe　his　initial　ineptitude　and　was　now　leaning　the　Cyclone　through　a　series　of　self…imposed　twists　and　turns　along　the　featureless　sands；　a　tactic　that　more　than　once　brought　the　Scouts　close　to　midair　collisions　with　one　another。

〃Just　lemme　know　if　you're　gettin'　tired！〃　Rand　shouted　above　the　roar　of　the　mecha。　He　laughed　over　his　shoulder　and　threw　the　Scouts　a　maniacal　grin；　but　when　he　turned　again　to　face　forward　he　found　trouble　ahead。　Something　was　approaching　him　fast；　kicking　up　one　heck　of　a　dust　storm。　Two　of　the　Invid　were　moving　into　flanking　position；　and　it　suddenly　occurred　to　Rand　that　he　would　soon　be　surrounded。


Scott　Bernard　felt　two　emotions　vying　for　his　attention　when　he　saw　the　Cyclone　rider　and　the　Invid　Scouts：　elation　that　he　had　found　one　of　his　Mars　Division　rades　and　rage　at　the　sight　of　the　enemy。　He　couldn't　figure　out　why　the　rider　wasn't　reconfiguring　but　knew　that　the　situation　called　for　immediate　action。　Lowering　the　helmet　visor；　he　engaged　the　mecha's　turbos。　For　a　moment　the　Cyclone　was　up　on　its　rear　wheel；　then　it　went　fully　airborne。　At　the　same　time；　Scott's　mind　instinctively　found　the　vibe　that　allowed　it　to　interface　with　the　cycle's　Protoculture　systems。

Helped　along　by　the　imaging　Scott's　mind　fed　the　Cyclone　via　the　helmet　〃thinking　cap；〃　the　mecha　began　to　reconfigure。　The　windscreen　and　helmet　assembly　flattened　out；　the　front　wheel　disengaged　itself　from　the　axle　and　swung　back　and　off　to　one　side。　The　rear　wheel；　along　with　most　of　the　thruster　pack；　rode　up；　while　other　ponents；　including　the　wheel…mounted　missile　tubes；　attached　themselves　to　Scott's　hip；　leg；　and　forearm　armor。　In　the　final　stage　of　mechamorphosis；　he　resembled　some　kind　of　airborne　armored　backpacker　whose　gear　just　happened　to　include　two　solid　rubber　tires　and　a　jet　pack。

Scott　let　the　thruster　carry　him　in　close　to　the　Invid　Scouts　before　bringing　his　forearm　weapons　into　play…twin　launch　tubes　that　carried　small　but　deadly　Scorpion　missiles。　Right　arm　outstretched　now；　palm　downward；　he　raised　the　tubes'　targeting　mechanism；　centered　one　of　the　Scouts　in　the　reticle；　and　loosed　both　missiles。　They　streaked　toward　their　quarry　with　a　deadly　sibilance　（Scott's　armor　protecting　him　from　their　backlash）；　narrowly　missed　Rand；　and　caught　the　Invid　ship　square　in　the　belly；　scattering　pieces　of　it　across　the　sands。

The　unarmored　Cyclone　rider　went　down　into　a　long　slide　while　Scott　took　to　the　ground　to　dispatch　his　remaining　pursuers。　Once　in　their　midst；　he　dodged　two　claw　swipes　before　launching　himself　over　the　top　of　his　would…be　assailant。　Another　missed　swipe　and　a　second　leap　landed　him　atop　one　of　the　pair；　he　leapt　up　again　and　came　down　for　the　kill；　firing　off　a　single　Scorpion　from　the　left　forearm　launch　tubes。　While　the　Invid　was　engulfed　by　the　ensuing　explosion；　Scott　put　down　to　deal　with　the　last　of　them。

The　thing　tried　to　crush　him　with　its　foot；　but　Scott　rolled　away　from　it　in　time。　Likewise；　he　dodged　a　right　claw　and　jumped　up　onto　the　Invid's　head。　The　Scout　brought　its　left　up　now；　almost　in　a　gesture　of　puzzlement；　but　Scott　was　already　gone。　He　toyed　with　the　Invid　for　a　minute　more；　allowing　it　another　shot　at　him　before　polishing　it　off　with　the　remaining　Scorpion；　which　the　Scout　took　right　through　its　red　optic　scanner。

The　Cyclone　rider　was　still　on　the　ground　beneath　his　overturned　mecha　when　Scott　approached。　〃They're　not　really　as　tough　as　they　look；　are　they？〃　he　said　to　the　bewildered　red…haired　civilian。

〃Hombre；　you're　really　something　else　in　a　battle；〃　the　man　returned；　his　bushy　eyebrows　arched。

Scott　raised　the　faceshield　of　his　helmet。　〃The　Cyclone　does　the　work；〃　he　said　humbly。

〃Yeah；　it's　quite　a　rig；〃　said　Rand。　He　got　up；　dusted　himself　off；　and　righted　the　cycle；　marveling　at　it　once　again。　〃You　are　a　Forager？〃　he　asked　Scott　warily。　〃Some　kinda　one…man　army？〃

〃You　might　say　that；〃　Scott　began。　〃Now　listen…〃

〃It's　the　first　time　I　ever　actually　rode　one　of　these　things！〃　Rand　interrupted。

〃I　need　some　information…〃

〃I'll　bet　I　could　modify　this　to　go　twice　the　speed！〃　Rand　was　on　his　knees　now；　fidgeting　with　this　and　that。　〃Look　at　this　control　setup！　I　can't　wait　to　try　to　reconfigure　it！〃

〃Just　where　the　hell　are　we；　outlaw？〃　Scott　managed　at　last。　But　when　even　that　failed　to　elicit　a　response；　he　reached　over　the　Cyclone　and　grabbed　Rand　by　the　shirtfront。　〃I'm　talking　to　you；　pal。　Where'd　those　Scouts　e　from？　Is　there　an　Invid　hive　around　here？〃

Rand　began　to　struggle　against　the　mecha's　hold；　and　Scott　let　him　go。　He　was　a　scrappy　kid　but　might　make　a　decent　partner。

Rand　backed　off；　arms　akimbo。　〃What　do　I　look　like；　some　kind　of　travel　agent？　I　don't　make　a　habit　of　asking　them　where　they　hail　from…you　just　look　up　and　there　they　are。　I　hate　those　things！〃

〃Take　it　easy；〃　Scott　told　him　harshly。　He　explained　about　the　ill…fated　invasion　force　and　their　abortive　attempts　at　securing　a　groundside　front。

〃I　didn't　think　you　were　from　around　here；〃　Rand　said；　somewhat　relieved。　〃Admiral　Hunter；　huh？〃　It　was　as　if　Scott　had　mentioned　George　Washington。

〃Ancient　history；　I　suppose。〃

Rand　shrugged。　〃I'