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"
That
’
s
not
the
way
I
hear
it
.
"
"
Just
worry
about
the
Mimics
,
okay
?
"
Slamming
against
the
sides
of
the
impact
crater
,
scrabbling
,
and
finally
climbing
over
one
another
,
Mimics
had
begun
to
push
out
from
the
hole
Rita
had
blasted
in
the
ground
.
We
dove
into
the
pack
headfirst
.
It
was
wall
-
to
-
wall
bloated
frogs
.
Run
.
Fire
.
Retreat
.
Fresh
magazine
.
Run
some
more
.
Fire
.
Breathe
.
Precision
bombs
hunted
for
the
Mimics
where
they
hid
.
Smoke
spiraled
skyward
where
they
had
found
their
quarry
.
Sand
and
dirt
followed
the
smoke
into
the
air
,
and
chunks
of
Mimic
flesh
weren
’
t
far
behind
.
We
rushed
into
the
crater
and
took
out
everything
the
bombs
left
.
Root
’
em
out
,
mow
’
em
down
.
Even
when
you
were
just
repeating
the
same
day
over
and
over
,
life
on
the
battlefield
was
anything
but
routine
.
If
the
angle
of
your
swing
was
off
by
so
much
as
a
degree
,
it
could
set
off
a
chain
of
events
that
would
change
the
entire
outcome
of
the
battle
.
A
Mimic
you
let
slip
through
one
minute
would
be
mowing
through
your
friends
the
next
.
With
each
soldier
that
died
,
the
line
grew
weaker
,
until
it
eventually
collapsed
under
the
strain
.
All
because
your
axe
swung
at
forty
-
seven
degrees
instead
of
forty
-
eight
.
There
were
more
Mimics
than
I
could
count
.
Dots
filled
the
Doppler
screen
.
The
rule
of
thumb
was
that
it
took
a
squad
of
ten
Jackets
to
bring
down
one
Mimic
.
Even
then
,
to
make
it
an
even
match
the
squad
had
to
be
fanned
out
to
spray
the
damn
thing
with
bullets
until
there
weren
’
t
any
bullets
left
.
Rita
was
in
constant
motion
.
She
swung
her
axe
with
the
ease
of
a
child
swinging
a
plastic
toy
sword
.
The
air
was
thick
with
Mimic
parts
.
Another
step
,
another
swing
,
another
limb
.
Wash
,
rinse
,
repeat
.
I
’
d
never
seen
anything
like
it
.
Javelins
carried
death
through
the
air
.
I
was
close
enough
to
reach
out
and
touch
half
a
dozen
Mimics
.
In
spite
of
the
danger
all
around
me
,
I
felt
an
uncanny
calm
.
I
had
someone
to
watch
my
back
.
Rita
was
a
filter
that
distilled
and
neutralized
the
fear
.
