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It was nighttime, and the rain was coming down in sheets, soaking Leon's black tactical jumpsuit as he lay face down in the mud. | It was nighttime, and the rain was coming down in sheets, soaking Leon's black tactical jumpsuit as he lay face down in the mud. | ||
- | Leon fished his phasor rifle out of the puddle in front of him as the squad of troopers ran past him, their boots splashing water in his face with each step. | + | Leon fished his phasor rifle out of the puddle in front of him as the squad of troopers ran past, their boots splashing water in his face with each step. |
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It took Leon a few more seconds to shake the excess mud off his weapon and check for its operability by tilting it on its side and analyzing the readouts. | It took Leon a few more seconds to shake the excess mud off his weapon and check for its operability by tilting it on its side and analyzing the readouts. | ||
- | "That was PITIFUL!" | + | "That was PITIFUL!" |
"No sir!" the nervous youth shouted back. The burly young man was hardly in his late teens, but bore a stolid demeanor. | "No sir!" the nervous youth shouted back. The burly young man was hardly in his late teens, but bore a stolid demeanor. | ||
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"Corps of Engineers?" | "Corps of Engineers?" | ||
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"The CIC?" Leon asked, even more dumfounded than before. | "The CIC?" Leon asked, even more dumfounded than before. | ||
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"Where ARE we going?" | "Where ARE we going?" | ||
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The registration of thunder rumbled across the holographic valley as a swelling of emotions roiled within Leon. Strangely, it didn't matter to him anymore that the invasion may have violated some sort of obscure interstellar law or Starfleet directive. | The registration of thunder rumbled across the holographic valley as a swelling of emotions roiled within Leon. Strangely, it didn't matter to him anymore that the invasion may have violated some sort of obscure interstellar law or Starfleet directive. | ||
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- | =/\= //" | + | =/\= //" |
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"He hasn't got hours!" | "He hasn't got hours!" | ||
- | //(to be continued)// | + | //([[current_story: |
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