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- >it's post Omnic all over again
- >he's back in the hot seat, trying to keep some junkers from being beat up by poor, dumb punks
- >a few days ago it was the other way around, but with less guns
- >to date, he's had to put down thirty eight violent rioters
- >thirty eight kids who could have been heroes
- >thirty eight pairs of parents who received notices that their children had been participating in riots against "those goddamn clankers"
- >seventy six letters about how he's a murderer who doesn't know right from wrong
- >he's got blood on his hands again
- >this time, he's in egypt
- >amari is wounded, wilhelm has to defend them, and the rest of his soldiers are just kids
- >kids who don't even have facial hair
- >one of them just wrote home to his mother about how he's serving with his hero, Commander Morrison
- >he can't stop the bullet that's about to take the kid's life
- >he's got them in his sights
- >it doesn't matter who did it but someone's going to pay
- >he doesn't see the targets anymore
- >all he can see are the bright eyes of the soldiers he let down
- >the bright eyes splattered in blood
- >frozen in fear
- >hana's eyes
- >Jack jolts awake
- >the gun is in his hands - thank god his trigger discipline didn't kick in - and it's pointed at the tv
- >the cadet's sleeping on his chest again
- >no sign of injuries, heartrate is normal, emotional levels are stable
- >those trashy triangle tattoos tucked on her cheek are pulled up
- >she must have been having a good dream
- >"...guess we can start training at 0530. Rest up, cadet."
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