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Rita
wasn
’
t
sure
what
benefit
,
if
any
,
the
iso
push
-
ups
were
supposed
to
have
.
It
looked
more
like
punishment
,
plain
and
simple
.
The
Japanese
soldiers
,
packed
together
like
sardines
in
a
can
,
remained
frozen
in
that
one
position
.
For
them
,
this
probably
ranked
among
the
worst
experiences
of
their
lives
.
Even
so
,
Rita
envied
them
this
simple
memory
.
Rita
hadn
’
t
shared
that
sort
of
throwaway
experience
with
anyone
in
a
long
time
.
The
stifling
wind
tugged
at
her
rust
-
red
hair
.
Her
bangs
,
still
too
long
no
matter
how
many
times
she
cut
them
,
made
her
forehead
itch
.
This
was
the
world
as
it
was
at
the
start
of
the
loop
.
What
happened
here
only
Rita
would
remember
.
The
sweat
of
the
Japanese
soldiers
,
the
whoops
and
jeers
of
the
U
.
S
.
Special
Forces
-
it
would
all
be
gone
without
a
trace
Maybe
it
would
have
been
best
not
to
think
about
it
,
but
watching
these
soldiers
training
the
day
before
an
attack
,
sweat
-
soaked
shirts
sticking
to
their
skin
in
the
damp
air
,
she
felt
sorry
for
them
.
In
a
way
,
this
was
her
fault
for
bringing
Murdoch
along
with
her
.
Rita
decided
to
find
a
way
to
shorten
the
PT
and
put
an
end
to
this
seemingly
pointless
exercise
.
So
what
if
it
instilled
a
samurai
fighting
spirit
?
They
’
d
still
wet
themselves
the
first
time
they
ran
into
a
Mimic
assault
.
She
wanted
to
stop
it
,
even
if
it
was
a
sentimental
gesture
that
no
one
but
herself
would
ever
appreciate
.
Surveying
the
training
field
,
Rita
chanced
upon
a
pair
of
defiant
eyes
staring
directly
at
her
.
She
was
accustomed
to
being
looked
on
with
awe
,
admiration
,
even
fear
,
but
she
’
d
never
seen
this
:
a
look
filled
with
such
unbridled
hatred
from
a
complete
stranger
.
If
a
person
could
shoot
lasers
from
their
eyes
,
Rita
would
have
been
baked
crisper
than
a
Thanksgiving
turkey
in
about
three
seconds
.
She
had
only
met
one
other
man
whose
eyes
even
approached
the
same
intensity
.
Arthur
Hendricks
’
s
deep
blue
eyes
had
known
no
fear
.
Rita
had
killed
him
,
and
now
those
blue
eyes
were
buried
deep
in
the
cold
earth
.
Judging
by
his
muscles
,
the
soldier
staring
at
her
was
a
rookie
not
long
out
of
boot
camp
.
Nothing
like
Hendricks
.
He
had
been
an
American
,
a
lieutenant
,
and
the
commander
of
the
U
.
S
.
Special
Forces
squad
.
The
color
of
this
soldier
’
s
eyes
was
different
.
His
hair
,
too
.
His
face
and
body
weren
’
t
even
close
.
Still
,
there
was
something
about
this
Asian
soldier
that
Rita
Vrataski
liked
.
Rita
had
often
wondered
what
the
world
would
be
like
if
there
were
a
machine
that
could
definitively
measure
the
sum
of
a
person
’
s
potential
.
