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foot ready to flick out. "Not again!" he stated bitterly.

Grizzly moved between them. "Calm down, kid, before you hurt
yourself."

"Kid!" Havoc exploded, launching a kick that would have caved in the
hybrid's bearish face had it landed.

Only Grizzly was faster. He shifted, let the noncom's combat boot sweep
past his ear, and grabbed the young man's leg. With a deft twist of his
sturdy shoulders he sent the soldier flying.

Displaying remarkable athletic ability, Havoc landed on his shoulders
and rolled to his feet in a smooth motion to assume another karate stance.

"That will be enough," Blade barked sternly while slinging both the Uzi
and the Marlin over his shoulders to free his arms for action in case the
order was ignored.

"Please, Steve," Raphaela intervened, moving up to the soldier. "Calm
down."

"Calm down?" Havoc bellowed incredulously. "I just lost another
brother!" Torment lined his face. He let his hands fell to his sides. "Not
Mike too!" he declared, and repeated the statement in a whisper. "Not
Mike too."

Blade couldn't blame the young man for being upset. During the tenure
of the first Force yet another Havoc, another sergeant named James, had
died in combat when the team took on savage pirates in the Canadian
wilderness. Then James's older brother Mike had shown up to take his
place. Now Mike was dead. That had to be some sort of perverse record;
two members of the same family slain in a span of a year while serving in
the same unit. "I'm truly sorry," Blade said softly. "I liked both of your
brothers a lot. They were professionals in every sense of the word."

"Tell me about it," Steve Havoc said, making a discernible effort to
compose his swirling emotions. "It's a Havoc family tradition. My father
and grandfather were both career officers. "IтАж" he began, and broke off,
overcome, bowing his head and closing his eyes.

"We understand," Raphaela said, putting an arm around his shoulders
to comfort him. She led him off toward the woods located north of the
bunkers. For a while no one spoke. They merely watched the Molewoman
talking, softly to the distraught trooper until the pair halted at the tree
line. Lobo broke the silence. "I feel sort of sorry for the dude," he
commented.

"As do I, my friend," Sparrow Hawk said. "Losing loved ones grieves the
soul."