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I
had
to
get
somewhere
out
of
sight
where
I
could
hurt
myself
,
then
show
up
covered
in
blood
around
the
time
Yonabaru
and
Ferrell
were
finishing
their
conversation
.
For
a
plan
I
’
d
cooked
up
on
the
fly
,
it
wasn
’
t
half
bad
.
Shit
.
I
should
’
ve
brought
the
combat
knife
I
kept
under
my
pillow
.
It
was
useless
against
Mimics
,
but
for
opening
cans
or
cutting
through
wood
or
cloth
,
it
was
something
no
self
-
respecting
soldier
should
be
without
.
I
’
d
cut
myself
with
that
knife
a
thousand
times
during
training
.
I
wouldn
’
t
have
had
any
trouble
making
a
scalp
wound
with
it
.
I
’
d
made
it
out
the
entrance
of
the
barracks
,
and
I
wanted
to
put
as
much
space
between
me
and
HQ
as
possible
.
I
let
my
speed
slacken
as
I
rounded
the
corner
of
the
building
.
There
was
a
woman
there
.
Terrible
timing
.
She
grunted
as
she
pushed
a
cart
piled
high
with
potatoes
.
I
knew
her
:
Rachel
Kisaragi
,
a
civilian
posted
over
in
Cafeteria
No
.
2
.
A
snow
-
white
bandana
,
neatly
folded
into
a
triangle
,
covered
her
black
wavy
hair
.
She
had
healthy
,
tanned
skin
and
larger
than
average
breasts
.
Her
waist
was
narrow
.
Of
the
three
types
of
women
the
human
race
boasted
-
the
pretty
,
the
homely
,
and
the
gorillas
you
couldn
’
t
do
anything
with
save
ship
’
em
off
to
the
army
-
I
’
d
put
her
in
the
pretty
category
without
batting
an
eye
.
In
a
war
that
had
already
lasted
twenty
years
,
there
just
wasn
’
t
enough
money
for
all
the
military
support
staff
to
be
government
employees
.
Even
at
a
base
on
the
front
lines
,
they
filled
as
many
noncombatant
roles
with
civilians
as
they
could
.
The
Diet
had
already
debated
the
possibility
of
handing
over
the
transport
of
war
materiel
in
noncombat
zones
to
the
private
sector
.
People
joked
that
at
this
rate
,
it
wouldn
’
t
be
long
before
they
’
d
outsource
the
fighting
to
civilians
and
be
done
with
the
whole
thing
.
I
’
d
heard
that
Rachel
was
more
of
a
nutritionist
than
a
cook
.
The
only
reason
I
recognized
her
was
that
Yonabaru
had
been
chasing
her
skirt
before
he
hooked
up
with
his
current
squeeze
.
Apparently
she
didn
’
t
like
guys
who
were
too
forward
,
which
pretty
much
ruled
out
Yonabaru
.
I
smirked
at
the
thought
and
a
mountain
of
potatoes
slammed
into
me
.
Desperately
,
I
stuck
out
my
right
foot
to
catch
my
balance
,
but
I
slipped
on
one
of
the
potatoes
and
went
sprawling
on
my
ass
.
An
avalanche
of
spuds
pummeled
my
face
,
one
after
another
,
the
eager
jabs
of
a
rookie
boxer
on
his
way
to
the
world
heavyweight
championship
.
The
metal
cart
delivered
the
finishing
blow
,
a
hard
right
straight
to
my
temple
.
I
collapsed
to
the
ground
with
a
thud
sufficiently
resounding
to
give
a
fuel
-
air
grenade
a
run
for
its
money
.
It
was
a
while
before
I
could
even
breathe
.
