http://lt-blade.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] lt-blade.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] lt_blade 2011-03-14 04:09 pm (UTC)

There was a sort of irony in that statement: it was true that it wasn't 36 below with artillery, but the heat was out of place, even for New Mexico and they just had an entire army of hit squads on their ass.

Some of them will probably die on this mission: it was something she quickly had to accept.

"Don't have much of a choice otherwise." She said, completely honest: she was no good to anyone if she completely lost it. "I just need a moment."

"What about you? Now that you've a taste of what we're dealing with?" Oh, she knew he was competent as a soldier, she'd seen him in combat and other such situations-she just figured that when he signed up for the paratroopers, he never figured he'd eventually be fighting enemies from another fucking planet.

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