||DATUM: ČETVRTAK, 2014-11-13, 08:55:57 | PORUKA # 1|
LOKACIJA: Kwajalein-Bouvet Island
|Behind her, the infested prospector stood as if in despair, his unnatural limbs thrashing, his human face wailing with grief for his dead dog. |
Ardo glanced at the power indicators just below the lip of his helmet. He had not yet dipped into the power reserve. It would be plenty to catch up with her.“I guess the resoc is taking after all. And hey, you’re a veteran now! You’ve made your first kill and survived to tell about it.”Breanne stepped up to the keypad entry panel next to the massive, sealed gate. It took her several attempts before she managed a proper sequence the gate would accept.
Ardo opened the tac-com channel. “Lieutenant; Melnikov. I’ve got a line of Zerg approaching rapidly from the west . . . about three clicks out. I can’t make out the ends of the line.”“That hatchway on the right,” Ardo gestured with the muzzle of his C-14. “You first. . . . I insist.”“Of course. So where didhefind me?”
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