44The Red Battlenaut exploded behind Scott as the second and third missiles from the Mark VI slammed into it. The shockwave from the blast nearly knocked him off his feet, but somehow he kept running toward his armor.
His heart thundered as he raced up and banged his fists on one leg. He could think of only one person who could possibly be piloting the Battlenaut, and he badly needed to hear her voice.
"Donna!" He kept pounding his fists as he yelled up at the gleaming giant. "Donna, is that you?"
He was rewarded with the sound of her voice over the Battlenaut's speakers. "Yes and no."
The sound of gunfire distracted Scott. Looking back, he saw the Red troopers regrouping and popping off potshots in his direction. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"It is me." As she said it, the
