Their age-old rivalry defined them. Never to be on the same side, the two colossi were destined to destroy either each other or the world one day. Perhaps that day would be today...
The Mojave Desert...
He had made countless people's lives a living hell. Killed many more. Committed acts of unsurpassed genocide. Not a single regret existed in the pit of his stomach. In his mind, they merely got in his way. No one stands in his way without getting hurt. Charging headlong through the sands of the Mojave Desert, he made his next target one of significance: Las Vegas, Nevada. But this challenge to US pride would not be ignored lightly. An entire battalion of tanks and several hundred US soldiers stood in his proposed path, intent on blocking him utterly.
Still a few miles away, they could see the cloud of dust he kicked up as if a sandstorm was coming towards them. They fired a series of warning shots, possibly in their minds having the potential of slowing him down or at least dissuading him from continuing. He kept moving, even as the artillery shells smacked against his torso and head. Their defense turned into a delaying tactic as an urgent message was sent to the only person capable of fighting this behemoth on equal terms. They knew this man could do it - he had done it before.
"Ajax! This is Colonel Hardy, where are you?"
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