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- John risked poking his head up high enough to see the bridge. The lead Wraith was halfway across the span, with two more following thirty meters apart. They were followed close behind by a full company of Jackal-piloted RAVs, but the rest of the column was waiting on the far side of the gorge, ready to pour across once the opposite bridgehead was secured. At least a hundred Mesranis lay scattered across the decking in pieces, cut to shreds by the lead Wraith’s cannon turrets. John magnified the image and searched the faces of the dead until he found Bah’d’s, her helmet caved in and much of her chin blown away by a plasma bolt. He took a long look, committing to memory an image he never wanted to forget. This was what came of compromising on tactics. This is what came of surrendering to consensus.
- - Halo: Oblivion, Chapter 3
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