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Chapter 5
IthoughtI’dgottenitrightonmy159thloop,anditwasn’tlikelyRitahadscrewedthingsup.Butsomehoweverythinghadresetagain.GettingtoknowRitaalittlemoreintimatelyonthis160thloophadbeennice,butinexchangeFlowerLinehadtakenitonthechin.Therewouldbeheavynoncombatpersonnelcasualtiesandalotofdeadwhenthedusthadfinallysettled.
IcouldtellthatRitahadanidea.She’dbeenthroughmoreloopsthanIhad,somaybeshesawsomethingIdidn’t.IthoughtI’dturnedmyselfintoaveteran,butnexttoherIwasstillagreenhornfreshoutofBasic.
WewerestandingontheNo.3TrainingField,barbedwirebarricadeoverturnedtooneside,chainlinkfencetrampledflatalongtheotherthree.Mimicspackedintothearea,shouldertoshoulder-asiftheyhadshoulders.UnabletosupportthemassiveweightoftheMimics,theconcretehadbuckledandcracked.Thesunhadbeguntosinklowerinthesky,castingcomplexshadowsacrosstheunevenground.Thewindwasasstrongasithadbeenthedaybefore,buttheJacket’sfilterremovedalltraceoftheoceanfromitssmell.
Thenthereitwas,theMimicserver.RitaandIspotteditatthesametime.Idon’tknowhowweknewitwastheone,butweknew.
"Ican’traisemysupportsquadoncomm.Wewon’thaveanyairsupport."
"Nothingnewforme."
"Yourememberwhattodo?"
InoddedinsidemyJacket.
"Thenlet’sdothis."
ThefieldwaspackedwithtenthousandsquaremetersofMimicswaitingforouraxestosendthemintodeath’soblivion.
