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Every alarm in Sergeant Mary Rodrigo's space suit went off at once. Red lights flashed on her eyeball as
her heads-up display demanded her attention. She ignored them.
 Mary had five moles laying a minefield for her. Mines were tricky beasts. Laying a field from
underground was a tight bitch, not to be left to unsupervised remotes. Twitching her right hand, she froze
them in place.

Mary twisted her right wrist and blinked twice, cycling her heads-up display to the screen her alarms
were so hot on. The newly deployed infrared sensors were screaming about hot targets. But there
weren't supposed to be anyтАФ yet!

She chinned her mike to a new channel. "Lek, we got a problem. Either our sensors are spooked, or the
colonials got here without you knowing."