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- The Spartan was prepared to charge ahead and into
- the fight when his motion sensor painted movement
- from the rear. The LAAG ceased fire as Fitzgerald
- yelled in pain and fell from the back of the Warthog. The Marine's helmet cracked into the metal floor. A shard of glassy, translucent material, tapered to a wicked point, protruded from the Marine's bicep.
- The shard glowed a ghostly purple. "God damn it!" Fitzgerald grunted, as he tried to regain his footing. Two seconds later, the purple shard exploded, and blood sprayed from the wound. Fitzgerald howled in agony.
- Fitzgerald had crawled to cover behind the Warthog.
- He was pale, but didn't look like he was suffering from too much shock yet. The Spartan grabbed a first aid kit and expertly treated the wound. Self-sealing biofoam filled the wound, packed it off, and numbed it. The young Marine would need some stitches and some time to rebuild the torn, savaged muscle of his arm, but he'd live-if either of them made it out of here alive.
- "You okay?" he asked the wounded soldier. Fitzger-
- ald nodded, wiped sweat from his forehead with a
- bloody hand, then struggled back to his feet. Without another word, he manned the LAAG.-Chpt.3 pgs.92-93
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