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Chapter 1
Ferrellstoodandgavemybacksideaslapwithhishand,bringingmytrainofthoughttoascreechinghalt."Notmuchpointworryingaboutitnow.Whydon’tyouseeaboutfindingoneofthemcoeds?"
"I’mfine,Sarge,Iwasjustthinking-"Ferrelllookedaway.Ipressedon."IfIlivethroughtomorrow’sbattle,there’llbeanotherbattleafterthat,right?AndifIlivethroughthatbattle,I’llgoontothenextone.IfItaketheskillsIlearnineachbattle,andinbetweenbattlesIpracticeinthesimulators,myoddsofsurvivingshouldkeepgoingup.Right?"
"Well,ifyouwanttooveranalyze-"
"Itcan’thurttogetinthehabitoftrainingnow,canit?"
"Youdon’tgiveupeasy,doyou?"
"Nope."
Ferrellshookhishead."Tobehonest,Ihadyoufiguredforsomeonedifferent.MaybeI’mgettin’toooldforthis."
"Differenthow?"
"Listen,therearethreekindsofpeopleintheUDF:junkiessostrungoutthey’rehardlyalive,peoplewhosigneduplookingforamealticket,andpeoplewhowerewalkingalong,tookawrongstepoffabridgesomewhere,andjustlandedinit."
"I’mguessingyouhadmepeggedforthelastgroup."
"ThatIdid."
"Whichgroupwereyouin,Sarge?"
Heshrugged."Suitupinfirst-tiergear.Meetbackhereinfifteenminutes."
"Sir-uh,fullbattledress?"
"AJacketjockeycan’tpracticewithouthisequipment.Don’tworry,Iwon’tuseliverounds.Nowsuitup!"
"Sir,yessir!"
Isaluted,andImeantit.
Thehumanbodyisafunnymachine.
