"All right, little one."  Sam said, as he finished securing the last of the foil blankets over the innards of his cockpit.  "Here's where we part ways."<br/><br/>Normally, Sam might have been sad at the prospect.  She was an incredibly bright kid, and to Sam, that was rarity, indeed.  Still, though, she was a high-position person for the Enemy, the hated Zeon, and he wanted to get her out of his suit, as fast as possible.<br/><br/>Sam brought his suit to it's feet, and brought it's hundred-mike around to it's back, where he secured it to an extendable clamp on the suit's rear skirt-armor.  Once that was done, he lowered his shield arm, and took a few hesitant steps towards the other of the new Zekes.<br/><br/>"Zeon Pilot, this is Unit Three."  He said.  "Approaching at slow speed, and I'm disarmed.  I'm going to bring my suit's hand up to your cockpit level, and hand her over in it's palm.  Do not be alarmed."<br/><br/>Sam may have sounded overcautious, but there was life in the balance, here.  His life, the lives of his teammates, and the life of the little girl.  He had to be careful.<br/><br/>Unit Three slowly plodded it's way over, and stopped short of the new Zeke.  Sam dimmed the lights in the cockpit, and opened his hatch, once the suit's hand was in place.<br/><br/>"Come on, kiddo."  He said, lifting Lucille from her hiding place, and bringing her to the palm of the giant metal gauntlet.  "Let's get you home."<br/><br/>Unit Three stood, waiting and ready to deliver on it's promise.  "Come on, Zeke..."  He whispered.  "Come get her."