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"
You
said
it
.
"
"
With
reflexes
like
that
,
that
girl
must
be
hiding
springs
in
that
little
body
of
hers
.
I
could
feel
it
all
the
way
into
my
abs
.
"
"
She
hears
you
talkin
’
like
that
,
best
watch
out
.
"
"
Who
doesn
’
t
like
a
compliment
?
I
’
m
just
sayin
’
she
was
good
.
"
As
he
spoke
,
Yonabaru
thrust
his
hips
.
Seeing
someone
move
like
that
in
a
Jacket
was
pretty
damn
funny
.
An
everyday
gesture
with
enough
power
behind
it
to
level
a
house
.
Our
platoon
was
on
the
northern
tip
of
Kotoiushi
Island
,
waiting
to
spring
the
ambush
,
Jackets
in
sleep
mode
.
A
screen
about
half
a
meter
tall
stood
in
front
of
us
,
projecting
an
image
of
the
terrain
behind
.
It
’
s
what
they
called
active
camouflage
.
It
was
supposed
to
render
us
undetectable
from
an
enemy
looking
at
us
head
on
.
Of
course
,
we
could
have
just
used
a
painting
.
The
terrain
had
been
bombed
into
oblivion
,
so
any
direction
you
looked
,
all
you
saw
was
the
same
charred
wasteland
.
Most
of
the
time
,
the
Mimics
lurked
in
caves
that
twisted
deep
under
the
seabed
.
Before
a
ground
assault
,
we
fired
bunker
buster
bombs
that
penetrated
into
the
ground
before
detonating
.
Eat
that
.
Each
one
of
those
babies
cost
more
than
I
’
d
make
in
my
entire
lifetime
.
But
the
Mimics
had
an
uncanny
way
of
avoiding
the
bombs
.
It
was
enough
to
make
you
wonder
if
they
were
getting
a
copy
of
our
attack
plans
in
advance
.
On
paper
we
may
have
had
air
superiority
,
but
we
ended
up
in
a
drawn
-
out
land
war
anyhow
.
Since
our
platoon
was
part
of
an
ambush
,
we
weren
’
t
packing
the
large
-
bore
cannons
-
massive
weapons
that
were
each
the
size
of
a
small
car
fully
assembled
.
What
we
did
have
were
20mm
rifles
,
fuel
-
air
grenades
,
pile
drivers
,
and
rocket
launchers
loaded
with
three
rounds
apiece
.
Since
it
was
Ferrell
’
s
platoon
,
we
were
all
linked
to
him
via
comm
.
I
glanced
at
my
Jacket
’
s
HUD
.
It
was
twenty
-
eight
degrees
Celsius
.
Pressure
was
1014
millibars
.
The
primary
strike
force
would
be
on
the
move
any
minute
.
Last
night
,
after
that
endless
hour
of
PT
,
I
’
d
decided
to
go
to
the
party
.
It
wasn
’
t
what
I
remembered
doing
from
the
dream
,
but
I
didn
’
t
really
feel
like
rereading
that
book
.
The
part
about
helping
Yonabaru
up
to
his
bunk
after
he
stumbled
back
to
the
barracks
stayed
the
same
.
Word
around
the
platoon
was
that
Yonabaru
’
s
girlfriend
was
a
Jacket
jockey
too
.
With
the
exception
of
Special
Forces
,
men
and
women
fought
in
separate
platoons
,
so
we
wouldn
’
t
have
run
into
her
on
the
battlefield
anyway
.
