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           IttookeverythingIhadleftjusttorollrightsideup. 

           Uponcloserinspection,Iwasnot,infact,inthecompanyoftheAngelofDeath. ItwasjustanothersoldierinaJacket. AJacketnotquitelikemyown,asitwasoutfittedwiththatmassivebattleaxewheretheregulationpiledrivershouldhavebeen. Theinsigniaontheshoulderdidn’treadJPbutinsteadU.S. Inplaceoftheusualdesertcamouflagemixofsandandcoffeegrounds,thesuitshonehead-to-toeinmetalliccrimson. 

           TheFullMetalBitch. 

           I’dheardstories. Awarjunkiealwayschasingtheaction,nomatterwhereitledher. WordhaditsheandherSpecialForcessquadfromtheU.S.ArmyhadchalkeduphalfofallconfirmedMimickillsever. MaybeanyonewhocouldseethatmuchfightingandlivetotellaboutitreallywastheAngelofDeath. 

           Stillcarryingthebattleaxe,theblazingredJacketstartedtowardme. Itshandreacheddownandfumbledforthejackinmyshoulderplate. Acontactcomm. 

           "There’ssomethingI’vebeenwantin’toknow." 

           Hervoicefilledmysuit,clearascrystal. Asoft,lighttone,atoddswiththetwo-meteraxeandcarnageshe’djustcreatedwithit. 

           "IsittruethegreenteatheyserveinJapanattheendofyourmealcomesfree?" 

           TheconductivesandspillingoutofthefallenMimicdancedawayonthewind. Icouldhearthedistantcryofshellsastheyflew. Thiswasabattlefield,thescorchedwastewhereYonabaru,CaptainYuge,andtherestofmyplatoonhaddied. Aforestofsteelshells. Aplacewhereyoursuitfillswithyourownpissandshit.