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yellow streaming toward the VTs would put that image in the mind of almost
anybody-especially a Garudan in the hin-altered reality.
Not that Jack had much time to think; Janice Em was right. Whatever it
is we're getting close to, it's got a line on us.
Like all the other Battloids, he brought his rifle/cannon up, hoping the
stress on Crysta and the captive Invid in the backseat of her cockpit hadn't
harmed them.
"Security wheel!" he bellowed over the din of their cannonfire.
The vast space under Haydon IV was lit by stroboscopic bursts brighter
than all the pulses of its power routing, as the Battloids formed a security
wheel, backing up until their mighty shoulders grazed one another, firing
outward to all points of the compass.
A sustained burst usually blew one of the energy snakes to dispersing
sparks, and the Battloids soon cleared a ring of death around them. But more
serpentines of energy were pouring from every crevice. The things massed, too
numerous for even Robotech weapons to deal with, and closed in from every
quarter like a worldscape of angry vipers.


CHAPTER FOUR
It would be fair to say that I have been less than sensitive to the plight of
the soldier in the past-have held military types in utmost contempt. I had my
reasons, which I have set down elsewhere in these pages.
But it's just as fair to point out that since I have become one of them-shared
their privations and sufferings and rare moments of success, seen their
despicable vices and their noble virtues up close-I am a man chastened.
From the journals of Flight Officer Isle, L., REF Service # 666-60-937

Minmei had been to REF Base Tirol many times, but never via dark alleys and
elevated roadway foundations like some escaped convict.
She would have been curious about this flight officer-Isle, his nametag
said-except that she was feeling sick again and was exhausted after the
harrowing flight from SDF-3.
They had abandoned the Alpha three miles back under the shattered
remains of a bridge in Old Tiresia. Isle was successful in dodging his
pursuers-they had gone rocket-big off in all directions trying to find him.
But why wouldn't he take off that flight helmet? Robotech fighter jocks
sometimes felt a superstitious link to their thinking caps, but really, this
was a bit eerie.
Lang's R&D. research complex was just ahead. Isle seemed to regard it as
safe ground, but Minmei wasn't so sure. Nor would her savior explain why he
couldn't simply land the VT at Lang's bailiwick.
According to the transmissions they had heard during the descent from
the superdimensional fortress, Edwards was stripping much of his REF command
for forces to pursue Breetai and the Valivarre. But Minmei knew that Edwards
would never let her go, no matter what the circumstances.
Nevertheless, her small hand was in Isle's gloved one as he led her into
an alley across a huge plaza from a rear gate of Lang's domain. But in front
of the gate a quarter-mile away, mechanized troops from Edwards's ground
forces were confronting Lang's security people. Obviously, Edwards had moved