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"
Copy
that
.
Good
hunting
.
Chief
Breeder
out
.
"
The
channel
closed
,
and
I
screamed
at
Rita
.
"
That
all
you
got
to
say
?
Hello
?
What
the
fuck
!
"
There
was
no
reply
.
Rita
’
s
red
Jacket
closed
on
me
.
No
more
time
to
talk
.
I
was
too
busy
fighting
for
my
life
.
I
didn
’
t
know
whether
Rita
was
really
trying
to
kill
me
or
only
testing
me
.
I
was
a
precision
fighting
machine
without
processing
cycles
to
spare
on
extraneous
information
.
Rita
and
anything
more
complicated
than
run
/
parry
/
dodge
would
have
to
wait
.
Whatever
her
intentions
,
her
attacks
were
deadly
real
.
The
base
’
s
main
gate
was
to
my
right
.
We
were
on
the
path
I
’
d
taken
all
those
times
to
sneak
into
the
U
.
S
.
side
of
the
base
to
steal
one
of
Rita
’
s
axes
.
The
line
U
.
S
.
Special
Forces
held
extended
right
across
the
spot
where
the
two
beefy
sentries
had
stood
.
Rita
swung
her
weapon
with
no
regard
for
who
or
what
it
might
hit
.
I
didn
’
t
see
any
reason
to
bring
anyone
else
into
this
,
so
I
started
backing
us
away
from
the
line
.
Cafeteria
No
.
2
was
about
one
hundred
meters
ahead
.
The
javelins
had
taken
their
toll
on
the
structure
,
but
against
all
odds
,
it
was
still
standing
.
It
was
a
good
distance
from
the
line
-
it
would
do
.
A
heartbeat
later
I
’
d
covered
the
hundred
meters
and
was
making
my
way
inside
through
the
door
on
the
far
side
of
the
building
.
It
was
a
dim
twilight
inside
,
just
light
enough
to
see
.
Tables
lay
on
their
side
,
piled
into
a
makeshift
barricade
in
front
of
the
entrance
opposite
the
door
I
’
d
come
through
.
Food
and
half
-
empty
soy
sauce
bottles
lay
scattered
on
the
concrete
floor
.
There
was
no
sign
of
anyone
-
dead
or
alive
-
in
the
entire
room
.
This
was
where
I
’
d
spent
countless
lunches
watching
Rita
eat
.
Where
I
’
d
fought
that
overgrown
ape
from
4th
Company
and
played
culinary
chicken
with
Rita
and
a
tub
full
of
umeboshi
.
What
better
place
for
Rita
and
me
to
decide
our
lives
in
a
duel
to
the
death
?
Orange
light
shone
through
a
hole
in
the
west
wall
.
When
I
glanced
at
the
chronometer
beside
my
display
I
could
hardly
believe
eight
hours
had
elapsed
since
the
battle
started
.
It
was
already
dusk
.
No
wonder
I
felt
like
my
Jacket
was
lined
with
lead
.
I
didn
’
t
have
the
muscle
for
this
.
My
batteries
were
drained
and
systems
were
about
to
start
shutting
down
.
I
’
d
never
been
in
a
battle
half
this
long
.
Rita
’
s
red
Jacket
crept
into
the
cafeteria
.
I
blocked
a
horizontal
swing
with
my
axe
;
my
Jacket
’
s
frame
creaked
.
If
I
’
d
stopped
it
head
on
,
the
torque
from
the
actuators
would
have
torn
my
Jacket
apart
from
the
inside
out
.
Fear
of
what
Rita
was
capable
of
gripped
me
anew
.
Rita
Vrataski
was
a
prodigy
in
battle
-
and
she
had
learned
to
read
my
every
parry
and
feint
.
Each
move
in
battle
happens
at
a
subconscious
level
.
This
makes
it
doubly
difficult
to
compensate
when
someone
learns
to
read
those
moves
.
