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- The crack of Linda's sniper rifle was uncharacteristically quiet. The sound dissipated into the vast room.
- Two hundred meters from her perch a Grunt cried out. It fell, killed by the head shot. A jet of methane from its breathing apparatus ignited and spewed fire.
- That was five. The creatures had appeared on translocation pads, chittering like a dozen cockroaches, lugging parts of an energy shield unit. They had looked confused, running in random directions… until downed by Linda.
- -Halo: Ghosts of Onyx, Chapter 39
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