The planet rumbled under the large ‘foot’ of the GRE 1, also known as the Grim Rest Executioner as it strode across the wastelands of America. Back at the Military Facility two men and two women sat in front of various holographic screens conducting the various tasks appointed in the GRE's movement and scanning functions.
The skeletal machine continued pounding over the land covering two Distances every four Honors. Every time a major landmark of the Division was met, the GRE stopped and surveyed the area, collecting detailed data on the inhabitants of that area before moving on. To sift through and detect no signs of threat in the area took another Honor and so in total its trek across the land of two Distances took a total of five honors.
Vince was growing impatient by the moment and wanted constant updates. So far they had not traveled in a direction that yielded the results he was looking for and it infuriated him greatly.
“Bring me new details whenever you have them. I don’t lare if the details seem innocent, I want to know the moment anything looks strange. For all we know she has joined the Resisters and has gone underground. I am half tempted to put the GRE to powerful use just to oppose any threat!”
Just as he was shouting a man in military uniform appeared behind him and used his mind to nudge Vince.
“What do you want?”
“General, someone has just reported assisting the child. We have a coordinates on her but she is moving so we might be fractionally late. However, the GRE would be in the correct quadrant and we would find her faster than we will on this blind search.”
“Excellent! Which quadrant?”
“Quadrant R, sir.”
“Send the GRE to Quadrant R! What is the estimation of timing arrival?”
“Six point four Honors sir,” one of the women said without looking up from the holographic projection in front of her.
“Is there a way to speed it up?”
“No sir, she is slightly over three Distances from the GRE now. Even if we kept the MBOT on the go all night at maximum speed it would only be marginally less, perhaps five Honors or slightly less—”
Vince whirled on the man in uniform.
“Who was it that brought the child’s information forth?”
“A man named Gregory Deckland, sir.”
“Have him help her. We can follow him. Pay him whatever numerical values he asks for. If he stays with and or helps her—”
“Sir, it is already done.”
“Good!”