Metal Fever
"We can never use him, son," the old man said.
Hunter looked down at the hangar. It was enormous, large enough to fit the Jaeger. "But he's ready to go, Mr. Thomson. He's just sitting there."
"Metal Fever has cost us far too many Jaeger pilots already, son. Good men and women. Can't risk it, no matter how dire the circumstances might seem." Mr. Thomson spoke with his teacher's voice, since he was also running classes for the kids in the hangars.
"But Mr. Thomson, we have trainee pilots without a Jaeger. Imagine what we could do-"
"Hunter, no," Mr. Thomson said flatly. "Now, come on, it's time for class."
Hunter complained. Not just complained, he bitched and moaned. "Why do we need classes anyway? The world's about to end, the Kaiju are gonna kill us all anyway."
Mr. Tho
