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- Team Foxtrot moved as one, running into the factory at top speed, dodging pipes and supply pods. A squad of six Elites was ahead, hunkered behind a tangle of ducts.
- Tom tossed a handful of concussive grenades to disorient them, but his team kept running. Any delay-even to engage an enemy who could take shots at their backs-might rob them of their one chance.
- The surviving Elites recovered and fired.
- Adam fell, one hand clutched at the crystal shards that penetrated his armor and punctured his lower spine.
- "Go!" Adam cried, waving them off. "I'll hold them." Tom didn't break stride. Adam knew what had to be done: keep fighting until there was no fight left in him.-Prologue
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