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"
Sentimental
bastard
.
"
There
was
a
smile
in
her
voice
.
"
I
hate
red
skies
.
"
It
was
the
last
thing
she
ever
said
.
The
sky
was
bright
.
Rita
Vrataski
was
dead
.
After
I
killed
the
Mimic
server
and
mopped
up
the
stragglers
,
they
threw
me
in
the
brig
.
They
said
it
was
for
dereliction
of
duty
.
By
recklessly
ignoring
the
orders
of
a
superior
officer
,
I
had
placed
my
fellow
soldiers
in
harm
’
s
way
.
Never
mind
that
there
hadn
’
t
been
any
superior
officers
to
give
any
fucking
orders
.
They
were
scrambling
to
find
someone
to
pin
Rita
’
s
death
on
,
and
I
couldn
’
t
blame
them
for
wanting
a
scapegoat
.
The
court
martial
took
place
three
days
after
they
locked
me
up
;
I
was
cleared
of
the
charges
.
In
the
end
,
they
decided
to
pin
a
medal
on
me
instead
.
A
general
,
the
one
who
had
ordered
up
the
PT
,
patted
me
on
the
back
and
told
me
what
a
fine
job
I
’
d
done
.
He
all
but
rolled
his
eyes
when
he
said
it
.
I
wanted
to
tell
him
to
shove
the
medal
up
his
ass
for
all
the
good
it
would
do
,
but
I
stopped
myself
.
Rita
’
s
death
was
my
responsibility
.
No
point
in
taking
it
out
on
him
.
The
medal
was
the
Order
of
the
Valkyrie
,
awarded
to
soldiers
who
killed
over
one
hundred
Mimics
in
a
single
battle
.
An
award
originally
created
for
one
very
special
soldier
.
The
only
way
to
receive
a
higher
honor
was
to
die
in
battle
-
like
Rita
had
.
I
really
had
killed
a
lot
of
the
fuckers
.
More
than
all
of
Rita
’
s
kills
combined
in
just
one
battle
.
I
don
’
t
remember
much
of
what
happened
after
I
destroyed
the
server
,
but
apparently
I
found
a
replacement
battery
for
my
suit
and
proceeded
to
single
-
handedly
take
out
somewhere
around
half
of
all
the
Mimics
that
had
attacked
Flower
Line
.
Reconstruction
of
the
base
had
been
moving
forward
at
a
fever
pitch
.
Half
the
buildings
on
the
base
had
burned
to
the
ground
,
and
hauling
off
the
wreckage
was
a
monumental
task
in
and
of
itself
.
The
17th
Company
’
s
barracks
were
gone
,
and
the
mystery
novel
I
’
d
never
gotten
around
to
finishing
was
nothing
but
ashes
.
I
wandered
aimlessly
as
people
hurried
to
and
fro
across
the
base
.
