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Rita
’
s
squad
understood
that
the
thirty
hours
before
a
battle
were
a
special
time
for
her
.
The
average
soldier
in
the
squad
wasn
’
t
aware
of
the
time
loop
,
but
they
knew
that
Rita
had
her
reasons
for
not
wanting
to
talk
to
anyone
in
the
time
leading
up
to
battle
.
They
kept
their
distance
out
of
respect
.
Even
though
space
was
exactly
what
Rita
wanted
,
it
still
made
her
feel
alone
.
Rita
was
admiring
the
sparkling
waters
of
the
Pacific
from
her
perch
in
the
sky
lounge
.
The
only
structure
on
Flower
Line
Base
taller
than
Rita
’
s
tower
was
a
nearby
radio
antenna
.
The
tower
was
practically
begging
to
be
the
first
target
when
the
Mimics
came
ashore
.
You
could
only
laugh
at
the
audacity
of
locating
an
officers
’
lounge
in
such
a
vulnerable
location
.
This
was
the
trouble
with
countries
that
hadn
’
t
been
invaded
yet
.
Japan
had
largely
managed
to
escape
the
ravages
of
the
war
.
If
the
island
had
been
located
a
little
further
from
Asia
,
it
would
have
been
reduced
to
desert
long
ago
.
If
it
had
been
any
closer
,
the
Mimics
would
have
invaded
before
moving
on
to
the
continent
.
The
peace
Japan
enjoyed
all
came
down
to
luck
.
The
area
set
aside
for
the
officers
’
lounge
was
needlessly
large
and
almost
completely
empty
.
The
view
it
afforded
of
the
ocean
was
fit
for
a
five
-
star
hotel
.
By
contrast
,
the
heavy
duty
pipe
-
frame
bed
that
stood
in
the
middle
of
the
room
seemed
to
have
been
chosen
as
a
joke
.
Rita
pressed
a
button
.
The
liquid
crystal
embedded
in
the
blast
-
resistant
glass
opacified
,
obscuring
the
view
.
She
had
chosen
the
officers
’
reception
room
for
her
quarters
because
it
was
a
place
the
other
members
of
her
squad
weren
’
t
likely
to
visit
.
The
operating
systems
embedded
in
the
bodies
of
her
squadmates
had
been
programmed
for
war
.
They
wouldn
’
t
set
foot
in
a
building
that
made
for
such
an
ostentatious
target
.
Rita
didn
’
t
care
for
it
much
herself
.
To
allay
her
fears
,
a
Japanese
tech
had
explained
that
the
glass
was
interwoven
with
carbon
fibers
,
giving
it
strength
on
par
with
the
shell
of
a
Jacket
.
If
the
stuff
was
so
great
,
Rita
wondered
why
it
didn
’
t
seem
to
work
that
well
on
the
front
lines
.
At
least
here
she
was
alone
.
The
next
day
she
might
have
to
watch
one
of
her
friends
die
.
She
didn
’
t
want
to
have
to
look
them
in
the
eye
.
A
soft
knock
roused
Rita
from
her
thoughts
.
The
glass
at
the
entrance
to
the
lounge
was
also
embedded
with
liquid
crystal
.
It
was
set
to
opaque
with
the
rest
.
"
I
don
’
t
appreciate
distractions
within
minus
thirty
hours
.
Just
leave
me
alone
.
"
There
was
no
reply
.
She
sensed
an
odd
presence
from
the
other
side
of
the
door
.
It
felt
like
a
small
animal
being
hunted
by
a
pack
of
wolves
,
or
a
woman
being
stalked
down
a
dark
alley
.
It
could
only
be
Shasta
.
