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           SergeantFerrellwasresponsibleforthefoundationI’dbuiltmyskillson.ButIcouldn’tbegintoexplainittohim,soIdidn’ttry.

           "Oh,almostforgot.SomemouseofawomanfromtheU.S.Corpsbeenaskin’foryou."

           ShastaRaylle.AShastaRaylleI’donlymetbrieflyintheSkyLounge.We’dhardlyspokenatall.TheShastaI’dborrowedabattleaxefromwasafigmentoftheloopnow.

           "Wherearethe17th’stempbarracks?Andwhataboutthehangar?I’dliketocheckonmyJacket."

           "JustoutofthebrigandyouwanttocheckyourJacket?You’retherealdeal."

           "I’mnothingspecial."

           "TheU.S.squadtookyourJacket.Cometothinkofit,thatmousewasoneoftheoneswhocametotakeit."

           "WhatdotheywantwithmyJacket?"

           "Thebrasshasplans.Don’tbesurprisedifyouwindupinU.S.SpecialForces."

           "Seriously?"

           "TheyneedsomeonetotaketheValkyrie’splace.I’msureyou’llfitrightin."Ferrellclappedmeontheshoulderandwepartedways.

           IheadedfortheAmericansideofthebasetofindShastaandmyJacket.ThebarracksandroadsweresobadlyburntitwashardtotellwheretheJapanesesideendedandtheU.S.sidebegan.Eventhesentriesandalltheirmusclesweregone.

           IfoundmyJacketinShasta’sworkshop.Shastawastheretoo.Someonehadscratchedthewords"KillerCage"intothebreastplate."Cage"-thatwashowtheAmericanspronouncedmyname.IguessIhadacallsignofmyownnow.Theydidn’twastemuchtime.