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"
You
really
mean
it
,
don
’
t
you
?
"
"
I
don
’
t
expect
you
to
understand
.
"
Rita
was
waiting
for
me
.
I
’
d
taken
four
minutes
.
"
Don
’
t
say
I
didn
’
t
warn
ya
.
"
I
ignored
Yonabaru
’
s
glib
comment
and
ran
out
of
the
hangar
.
Rita
and
I
weren
’
t
the
only
soldiers
wearing
Jackets
now
.
My
HUD
was
sprinkled
with
icons
indicating
other
friendlies
.
Clustered
in
groups
of
two
or
three
,
they
’
d
taken
cover
in
the
barracks
or
behind
overturned
vehicles
where
they
could
spring
out
at
intervals
to
fire
short
bursts
with
their
rifles
.
The
Mimic
surprise
attack
had
been
flawless
.
The
soldiers
were
completely
cut
off
from
command
.
Even
those
wearing
Jackets
weren
’
t
fighting
like
a
disciplined
platoon
-
it
was
more
like
an
armed
mob
.
For
armored
infantry
to
be
effective
against
a
Mimic
,
they
had
to
fan
out
from
cover
and
throw
everything
they
had
at
the
enemy
just
to
slow
them
down
.
One
on
one
,
even
two
on
one
,
they
didn
’
t
stand
a
chance
.
Friendly
icons
blinked
onto
my
display
,
then
winked
out
.
The
number
of
friendlies
was
holding
steady
solely
thanks
to
U
.
S
.
Special
Forces
.
The
number
of
Mimic
icons
was
steadily
increasing
.
Half
the
comm
traffic
was
static
,
and
the
rest
was
a
mix
of
panicked
screams
and
"
Fuck
!
Fuck
!
Fuck
!
"
I
didn
’
t
hear
anyone
giving
orders
.
Yonabaru
’
s
dire
predictions
didn
’
t
look
far
off
.
I
opened
a
comm
channel
to
Rita
.
"
What
now
?
"
