Razzly was incredulous. This was still a high performance machine, with many more years left in her.  Why would the government scrap her? Furthermore, she couldn't believe that they'd be so willing to sell military weaponry to Jesse, even if she was a soldier.  Razzly maneuvered the mech into an unoccupied firing bay at the range, and parked it.  "Okay, let me see that paperwork.  I mean, seriously, the military doesn't just sell used, high-end weaponry to just anyone. If you were a country, or a corporation, then I might believe that, but you're just a soldier. And what's this about it not being yours for much longer? Do they want her back?"