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"
Do
what
we
do
best
.
Kill
some
Mimics
.
"
"
Anything
more
specific
?
"
"
Follow
me
.
I
’
ll
show
you
.
"
We
joined
the
battle
.
Rita
’
s
crimson
Jacket
was
a
banner
for
our
fragmented
army
to
rally
behind
.
We
moved
from
one
lone
soldier
to
the
next
,
herding
them
together
.
Until
the
last
Mimic
was
dead
,
we
’
d
keep
at
it
.
The
Valkyrie
flew
from
one
end
of
Flower
Line
to
the
other
at
will
,
carrying
her
unspoken
message
of
hope
to
all
who
saw
her
.
Even
the
Japanese
troops
,
who
’
d
never
seen
her
Jacket
in
person
,
much
less
fought
at
her
side
,
gained
a
renewed
sense
of
purpose
at
the
sight
of
that
glittering
red
steel
.
Wherever
she
went
,
the
heart
of
the
battle
followed
.
In
her
Jacket
,
Rita
was
invincible
.
Her
sidekick
,
yours
truly
,
might
have
had
an
Achilles
’
heel
or
two
,
but
I
was
more
than
a
match
for
any
Mimic
.
Humanity
’
s
enemy
had
met
its
executioners
.
It
was
time
to
show
the
Mimics
just
how
deep
into
Hell
they
’
d
fallen
.
Lifting
energy
packs
and
ammo
from
the
dead
,
we
kicked
and
stomped
a
jitterbug
of
death
across
the
battlefield
.
If
a
building
got
in
our
way
,
we
carved
a
new
path
through
with
our
battle
axes
.
We
detonated
a
fuel
depot
to
destroy
an
entire
mob
of
Mimics
.
We
wrenched
off
part
of
the
antenna
tower
’
s
base
and
used
it
as
a
barricade
.
The
Full
Metal
Bitch
and
the
squire
at
her
side
were
steel
death
incarnate
.
We
came
across
a
man
hidden
behind
the
burning
hulk
of
an
armored
car
.
A
Mimic
was
bearing
down
on
him
,
and
I
knew
without
being
told
that
this
one
was
mine
to
take
care
of
.
I
struck
,
and
the
Mimic
fell
.
Quickly
,
I
put
myself
between
the
Mimic
’
s
corpse
and
the
man
to
protect
him
from
the
conductive
sand
spilling
out
of
its
body
.
Without
a
Jacket
to
filter
the
nanobots
,
the
sand
was
deadly
.
Rita
secured
a
perimeter
around
the
wounded
man
.
Smoke
billowed
from
the
car
,
reducing
visibility
to
next
to
nothing
.
Ten
meters
away
,
at
about
six
o
’
clock
,
lay
a
steel
tower
that
had
fallen
on
its
side
.
Beyond
that
,
our
Doppler
was
swarming
with
white
points
of
light
.
If
we
stayed
here
we
’
d
be
overrun
by
Mimics
.
