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I
was
unarmed
.
My
knife
,
my
gun
,
my
Jacket
-
they
were
all
back
at
the
base
.
When
I
’
d
walked
through
that
gate
an
hour
ago
,
I
’
d
left
my
only
hope
for
defense
behind
.
Thirty
meters
to
the
nearest
57mm
gun
.
Within
running
distance
.
I
knew
how
to
fire
one
,
but
there
was
still
the
tarp
to
deal
with
.
I
’
d
never
have
time
to
get
it
off
.
Insert
my
ID
card
into
the
platform
,
key
in
my
passcode
,
feed
in
a
thirty
kilometer
ammo
belt
,
release
the
rotation
lock
lever
or
the
barrel
won
’
t
move
and
I
can
’
t
aim
,
climb
into
the
seat
,
crank
the
rusted
handle
-
fuck
it
.
Fire
,
motherfucker
!
Fire
!
I
knew
the
power
of
a
Mimic
.
They
weighed
several
times
as
much
as
a
fully
geared
Jacket
jockey
.
Structurally
they
had
a
lot
in
common
with
a
starfish
.
There
was
an
endoskeleton
just
below
the
skin
,
and
it
took
50mm
armor
-
piercing
rounds
or
better
to
penetrate
it
.
And
they
didn
’
t
hold
back
just
because
a
man
was
unarmed
.
They
rolled
right
through
you
like
a
rototiller
through
a
gopher
mound
.
"
Fuck
me
.
"
The
first
javelin
pierced
my
thigh
.
The
second
opened
a
gaping
wound
in
my
back
.
I
was
too
busy
trying
to
keep
down
the
organs
that
came
gurgling
up
into
my
throat
to
even
notice
the
third
.
I
blacked
out
.
The
paperback
I
’
d
been
reading
was
beside
my
pillow
.
Yonabaru
was
counting
his
bundle
of
confessions
on
the
top
bunk
.
"
Keiji
,
sign
this
.
"
"
Corporal
,
you
have
a
sidearm
,
don
’
t
you
?
"
