Грань будущего
Chapter 4
Oneonone,eventwoonone,theydidn’tstandachance.
Friendlyiconsblinkedontomydisplay,thenwinkedout.Thenumberoffriendlieswasholdingsteadysolelythanksto
U.S.SpecialForces.ThenumberofMimiciconswassteadilyincreasing.Halfthecommtrafficwasstatic,andtherestwasamixofpanickedscreamsand"Fuck!Fuck!Fuck!"Ididn’thearanyonegivingorders.Yonabaru’sdirepredictionsdidn’tlookfaroff.
IopenedacommchanneltoRita."Whatnow?"
"Dowhatwedobest.KillsomeMimics."
"Anythingmorespecific?"
"Followme.I’llshowyou."
Wejoinedthebattle.Rita’scrimsonJacketwasabannerforourfragmentedarmytorallybehind.Wemovedfromonelonesoldiertothenext,herdingthemtogether.UntilthelastMimicwasdead,we’dkeepatit.
TheValkyrieflewfromoneendofFlowerLinetotheotheratwill,carryingherunspokenmessageofhopetoallwhosawher.EventheJapanesetroops,who’dneverseenherJacketinperson,muchlessfoughtatherside,gainedarenewedsenseofpurposeatthesightofthatglitteringredsteel.Wherevershewent,theheartofthebattlefollowed.
InherJacket,Ritawasinvincible.Hersidekick,yourstruly,mighthavehadanAchilles’heelortwo,butIwasmorethanamatchforanyMimic.Humanity’senemyhadmetitsexecutioners.ItwastimetoshowtheMimicsjusthowdeepintoHellthey’dfallen.
Liftingenergypacksandammofromthedead,wekickedandstompedajitterbugofdeathacrossthebattlefield.
