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He slapped a fresh magazine into his pistol and demonstrated, tumbling several of the distant horse-figures. The personnel with captured Posleen weapons began firing.
“I’m hit!” screamed one of the troops, followed by a bemused, “I thought I was hit.” He sat on the roof looking at his thigh. “Am I hit?”
“You’re hit,” said Mike, belatedly falling to a prone position. “Everybody get down, dammit. Don’t sweat it, your suit will take care of it.”
“Second squad!” bellowed Sergeant Green.
“Fire from the west!”
“God Kings from inland!”
“Expedite this, Sergeant Green! First squad, concentrate on the God Kings!” Suddenly one of the second squad suits headed towards the shuttle began doing its death dance. As the suit tumbled it knocked aside others in the squad. They started to try to catch the suit, but it suddenly stopped and was still.
As they began to open the suit, Mike snapped, “Do not pop his suit! In case some of you have never seen that, Private Laski is not recoverable. Sergeant Green?!”