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mouth like a spear at his face. Saliva dripped from its jaws in jellylike strings.
тАЬFuck!тАЭ Wilks dodged to his right and swung the plasma cutter up reflexively. The line caught
the thingтАЩs neck, a neck that looked much too thin to support the impossibly large head. How could
something like this even stand up? It didnтАЩt make any senseтАФ
The alien creatures were tough, but the plasma was hot enough to melt industrial diamond. The
head fell off, bounced on the floor. It kept on trying to bite Wilks, jaws oozing slime as it snapped at
him. DidnтАЩt even know it was dead.
тАЬMove it, people! And watch it, the damned thing is still dangerous!тАЭ
Jasper screamed.
тАЬJasper!тАЭ
One of the things had him, and it crunched his head like a cat biting a mouse. The little girlтАФ!
тАЬWilks! Help! Help!тАЭ
Another one of the monsters had the girl, it was moving away with her. Wilks twisted, pointed
his weapon at it. Realized that if he shot it, the blood would be an acid shower that would kill the
child. HeтАЩd seen that blood eat through armor that would stop a 10mm caseless cold. He dropped
his aim lower, pointed the carbine at its legs. It couldnтАЩt run if it didnтАЩt have any feetтАФ
The corridor was full of the things, Quinn opened up, his carbine on full auto, blasting.
Armor-piercing and explosive rounds tore through the monsters, spanged from the walls, the stink of
propellant filled the airтАФ
Ellis opened up with his flamer, and a stream of fire painted the corridor, splashing from the
aliens and running in molten gobs down the intestined wallтАФ
тАЬHelp!тАЭ the little girl cried. тАЬOh, please, help!тАЭ
Oh, God!

тАЬNo!тАЭ
Wilks came awake, sweat drenching his hair and face, running into his eyes. His issue coverall
was wet. Oh, man.
He sat up. He was still in the cell, on the thin bunk, the dark plastic walls securely in place.
The door slid open. A guard robot was there, two and a half meters tall on its tractor treads,
gleaming under the jail corridorтАЩs lights. The robotтАЩs electronic voice said, тАЬCorporal Wilks! Front
and center!тАЭ
Wilks rubbed at his eyes. Even a military brig with all its security couldnтАЩt keep the dreams out.
Nothing could stop the dreams.
тАЬWilks!тАЭ
тАЬYeah, what?тАЭ
тАЬYou are to report to MILCOM HQ, OTD.тАЭ
тАЬFuck you, tinhead. I got two more days to serve on the S&D.тАЭ
тАЬYou wish, pal,тАЭ the bot said. тАЬYour high-rank friends say otherwise. Up-levels wants you,
OTD.тАЭ
тАЬWhat high-rank friends?тАЭ Wilks asked.
 One of the other prisoners in the multi-unit cell, a fat man from Benares, said, тАЬWhat friends,
period?тАЭ
Wilks stared at the line bot. Now, why would the glitter want to see him on the double?
Anytime rank started rumbling, it usually meant trouble for the grunts. He felt his gut churn, and it
wasnтАЩt just the dregs of the chem-binge heтАЩd gone on, either. Whatever this was, it wasnтАЩt good.
тАЬLetтАЩs go, marine,тАЭ the bot said. тАЬI am to escort you to MILCOM HQ soonest.тАЭ
тАЬLemme shower and clean up first.тАЭ
тАЬNegative, mister. They said, тАЬSoonest.тАЭ
The burn scar that mostly covered the left half of his face began to itch suddenly. Oh, shit. Not
just bad, but real bad.