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I
was
in
the
valley
of
the
shadow
of
death
,
no
two
fucking
ways
about
it
,
but
I
had
Rita
at
my
side
.
I
learned
to
survive
by
mimicking
Rita
’
s
skill
with
the
axe
,
and
in
the
process
,
I
’
d
come
to
know
her
every
move
-
which
foot
she
’
d
take
the
next
step
with
,
which
Mimic
she
’
d
strike
first
when
surrounded
.
I
knew
when
she
would
swing
her
axe
,
and
when
she
would
run
.
All
that
and
more
was
hardcoded
into
my
operating
system
.
Rita
sidestepped
danger
and
moved
through
the
enemy
ranks
,
carving
a
path
of
perfectly
executed
destruction
.
The
only
things
she
left
standing
were
targets
she
couldn
’
t
be
bothered
to
kill
.
I
was
only
too
happy
to
mop
up
after
her
.
We
’
d
never
trained
together
,
but
we
moved
like
twins
,
veterans
of
countless
battles
at
each
other
’
s
side
.
Four
Mimics
came
for
Rita
at
once
-
bad
odds
,
even
for
the
Valkyrie
.
She
was
still
off
balance
from
her
last
swing
.
With
my
free
hand
,
I
gave
her
a
gentle
nudge
.
For
a
split
second
she
was
startled
,
but
it
didn
’
t
take
her
long
to
understand
what
I
’
d
done
.
She
really
was
a
master
.
In
less
than
five
minutes
,
she
’
d
learned
to
work
in
tandem
with
me
.
When
she
realized
I
could
use
a
free
arm
or
leg
to
knock
her
clear
of
an
attack
,
she
turned
and
faced
the
next
enemy
head
on
,
without
any
intent
of
dodging
.
A
Mimic
foreleg
came
within
a
hand
’
s
breadth
of
her
face
and
she
didn
’
t
even
flinch
.
We
worked
as
a
single
unit
.
We
tore
through
the
enemy
with
frightening
power
,
always
keeping
the
other
’
s
Jacket
in
the
corner
of
our
eyes
.
We
didn
’
t
need
words
or
gestures
.
Every
motion
,
every
footstep
said
all
that
needed
to
be
said
.
Our
enemy
may
have
evolved
the
ability
to
rewind
time
,
but
humanity
had
evolved
a
few
tricks
of
its
own
.
There
were
people
who
could
keep
a
Jacket
in
tip
-
top
condition
,
people
who
could
conjure
up
strategies
and
handle
logistics
,
people
who
could
provide
support
on
the
front
lines
,
and
last
but
not
least
,
people
who
were
natural
-
born
killers
.
People
could
adapt
themselves
to
their
environment
and
their
experiences
in
any
number
of
ways
.
An
enemy
that
could
look
into
the
future
and
perceive
danger
fell
victim
to
its
own
evolutionary
atrophy
.
We
learned
faster
than
they
could
.
I
had
passed
through
death
158
times
to
emerge
at
heights
no
creature
on
this
planet
could
aspire
to
in
a
single
lifetime
.
Rita
Vrataski
had
ascended
even
higher
.
We
strode
ahead
,
far
from
the
rest
of
the
force
,
an
army
unto
ourselves
.
Our
Jackets
traced
graceful
clockwise
spirals
as
we
pressed
on
-
a
habit
I
’
d
picked
up
from
Rita
.
Twitching
mounds
of
carrion
were
all
we
left
in
our
wake
.
Forty
-
two
minutes
into
the
battle
,
we
found
it
.
The
Mimic
at
the
root
of
the
whole
motherfucking
loop
.
The
thread
that
bound
us
.
If
not
for
this
server
,
I
would
never
have
drowned
in
my
own
blood
,
watched
my
guts
spill
onto
the
ground
dozens
of
times
over
,
wandered
aimlessly
through
this
Hell
with
no
way
out
.
If
it
weren
’
t
for
this
server
,
I
would
never
have
met
Rita
Vrataski
.
