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- Sarge's hand was somewhere between the on-fire and the reflexively death-clenching stages of augmetic re-connection when the supply convoy arrived. Announcing their presence via a psychic shout for anyone who wanted dinner to deactivate the perimeter mines and come carry shit, Fumbles and Nubby carefully brought their grocery-pallet through the front kill-box.
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