Heat blasted off the mech as the bank of lasers cooled down. The pilot scanned the horizon, no more bombers visible in any part of the electromagnetic spectrum. The mech crouched as three others resumed their trek towards the destination. The pilot grumbled about the stereotype of retiring from the military to go work for the mail, but she picked the trailer up off the twisted metal of what was once a big rig and held it across the torso as she rejoined the group.
"We came all this way, we might as well make it not for nothing. Any supplies are good at this point."