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- [Tom] sprinted. Stealth was no longer an operational priority. Getting to the factory where they couldn't be strafed was all that mattered. Behind him, Lucy, Adam, and Min fell in line, covering the rough ground in long powerful strides at nearly thirty kilometers an hour. . . . Tom glanced to either side and saw his comrades, hundreds of Spartans running across the broken ground.
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