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- On the third gallery off the floor of the great room, at the four o'clock position, a Hunter pair roared with anger. They raised their fuel rod cannons and then leveled their weapons and fired.
- Kelly moved before anyone; she was a blur of motion and stepped in front of Dr. Halsey. John and Fred moved to either side of Kelly, while Anton grabbed the Admiral and threw the older man behind them.
- The blinding bright-green fuel rods struck the Spartans' shields and splashed over their chests.
- John's shield drained completely. The overpressure forced him to take a step backward, and the skin on his forearms blistered.
- Then the heat was gone, and he blinked away the black dots that swarmed in his vision. Kelly lay at his feet. Her armor smoldered and hydrostatic gel boiled from the emergency release vent along her left side.
- What the hell is this?" Sergeant Johnson muttered. "Shouldn't
- we be dead by now?"
- John linked to Kelly's biomonitors; she was in shock, and her suit's heat pumps were strained to the failure point. He had to get her to safety.-Chpt.22 pgs.244-245
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