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"
Save
it
for
the
penguins
.
"
Rachel
frowned
.
"
Doesn
’
t
this
runt
have
anything
to
say
for
himself
?
"
He
reached
one
big
,
meaty
arm
over
Rachel
’
s
shoulder
and
threw
a
jab
.
I
reacted
instinctively
.
Subjective
months
in
a
Jacket
had
conditioned
me
to
always
keep
my
feet
planted
firmly
on
the
ground
.
My
right
leg
pivoted
clockwise
,
my
left
counterclockwise
,
bringing
me
down
into
a
battle
stance
.
I
parried
his
lunge
with
my
left
arm
and
raised
the
lunch
tray
in
my
right
hand
to
keep
the
plates
from
falling
,
my
center
of
gravity
never
leaving
the
middle
of
my
body
.
Rachel
dropped
the
fried
shrimp
.
I
snatched
it
from
its
graceful
swim
through
the
air
before
its
tail
could
touch
the
ground
.
The
parry
had
thrown
the
guy
off
balance
.
He
took
two
tottering
steps
forward
,
then
a
third
,
before
tumbling
into
the
lunch
of
the
soldier
sitting
in
front
of
him
.
Food
and
plates
went
flying
with
a
spectacular
crash
.
I
stood
,
balancing
my
tray
in
one
hand
.
"
You
dropped
this
.
"
I
handed
Rachel
the
fried
shrimp
.
The
onlookers
broke
into
applause
.
"
Fucking
piece
of
shit
!
"
The
guy
was
up
already
,
his
fist
flying
toward
me
.
He
was
stubborn
.
I
had
a
few
moments
to
consider
whether
I
should
dodge
his
punch
,
launch
a
counterattack
of
my
own
,
or
turn
tail
and
run
.
Speaking
from
experience
,
a
straight
right
from
a
man
who
’
d
been
trained
to
pilot
a
Jacket
definitely
had
some
bite
,
but
it
didn
’
t
register
compared
to
what
a
Mimic
could
do
.
This
loser
’
s
punch
would
be
strong
enough
to
inflict
pain
,
but
not
a
mortal
wound
,
unless
he
got
extremely
lucky
.
I
watched
as
he
put
every
ounce
of
his
strength
into
the
swing
.
His
fist
went
sailing
right
past
the
tip
of
my
nose
.
He
was
neglecting
his
footwork
,
leaving
an
opening
.
I
didn
’
t
take
it
.
There
went
my
first
chance
to
kill
you
.
