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Suddenly
it
hit
me
.
That
’
s
Rita
!
It
had
to
be
.
It
was
the
only
way
to
explain
how
this
woman
,
who
couldn
’
t
have
looked
less
like
a
Jacket
jockey
if
she
had
been
wearing
a
ball
gown
,
was
in
the
company
of
the
spec
ops
.
Most
women
who
suited
up
looked
like
some
sort
of
cross
between
a
gorilla
and
an
uglier
gorilla
.
They
were
the
only
ones
who
could
cut
it
on
the
front
lines
in
the
Armored
Infantry
.
Rita
Vrataski
was
the
most
famous
soldier
in
the
world
.
Back
when
I
signed
up
for
the
UDF
,
you
couldn
’
t
go
a
day
without
seeing
the
news
feeds
sing
her
praises
.
Stories
titled
"
A
Legendary
Commando
,
"
"
Valkyrie
Incarnate
,
"
that
sort
of
thing
.
I
’
d
even
heard
Hollywood
was
gonna
make
a
movie
about
her
,
but
I
was
already
in
the
UDF
by
the
time
it
came
out
,
so
I
never
saw
it
.
About
half
of
all
the
Mimic
kills
humanity
had
ever
made
could
be
attributed
to
battles
her
squad
had
fought
in
.
In
less
than
three
years
,
they
’
d
slaughtered
as
many
Mimics
as
the
whole
UDF
put
together
had
in
the
twenty
years
before
.
Rita
was
a
savior
descended
from
on
high
to
help
turn
the
odds
in
this
endless
,
losing
battle
.
That
’
s
what
they
said
,
anyway
.
We
all
figured
she
was
part
of
some
propaganda
squad
they
were
using
to
make
inroads
into
enemy
territory
.
A
front
for
some
secret
weapon
or
new
strategy
that
really
deserved
the
credit
.
Sixty
percent
of
soldiers
were
men
.
That
figure
shot
up
to
85
percent
when
you
started
talking
about
the
Jacket
jockeys
who
were
out
bleeding
on
the
front
lines
.
After
twenty
years
fighting
an
enemy
whose
identity
we
didn
’
t
even
know
,
losing
ground
day
by
day
,
we
grunts
didn
’
t
need
another
muscle
-
bound
savior
who
grunted
and
sweat
and
had
hamburger
for
brains
just
like
we
did
.
Yeah
,
if
it
were
me
calling
the
shots
in
the
General
Staff
Office
,
I
’
d
have
picked
a
woman
too
.
Wherever
the
U
.
S
.
Spec
Ops
were
deployed
,
morale
soared
.
The
UDF
had
been
beaten
to
the
cliff
’
s
edge
,
but
they
were
finally
able
to
start
moving
back
from
the
brink
.
After
finishing
the
war
in
North
America
,
they
moved
on
to
Europe
and
then
North
Africa
.
Now
they
’
d
come
to
Japan
,
where
the
enemy
was
knocking
on
the
door
of
the
main
island
of
Honshu
.
The
Americans
called
Rita
the
Full
Metal
Bitch
,
or
sometimes
just
Queen
Bitch
.
When
no
one
was
listening
,
we
called
her
Mad
Wargarita
.
Rita
’
s
Jacket
was
as
red
as
the
rising
sun
.
She
thumbed
her
nose
at
the
lab
coats
who
’
d
spent
sleepless
months
refining
the
Jackets
’
polymer
paint
to
absorb
every
last
radar
wave
possible
.
Her
suit
was
gunmetal
red
-
no
,
more
than
that
,
it
glowed
.
In
the
dark
it
would
catch
the
faintest
light
,
smoldering
crimson
.
Was
she
crazy
?
Probably
.
