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meaty poles he called arms. As he applied more pressure, I swore I felt a numbing electricity arc through
my neck.

тАЬLet him go,тАЭ came a familiar voice.

Halitov snickered. тАЬUh, letтАЩs see. Fuck you, Forrest?тАЭ

From the corner of my eye, I spotted Pvt. Dina Anne Forrest, a tall woman with thick eyebrows,
chestnut brown bangs, and a light sprinkle of freckles on her cheeks. She folded lean arms over her chest
and came forward wearing a look so combustible that I wouldтАЩve given her a wide berth were it not for
HalitovтАЩs grip. тАЬWhat did you say?тАЭ

тАЬI was asking why all the bitches come to this gennyboyтАЩs rescue.тАЭ

тАЬAnd I was asking why all of us bitches want to see you IDO. CouldnтАЩt be the fact that youтАЩre an
ignorant, pompous ass who thinks teamwork means that heтАЩs the team leader and everyone else works?
No, thatтАЩs not it.тАЭ

тАЬIтАЩm helpinтАЩ the squad here,тАЭ Halitov roared. тАЬYou been checking the scores? WeтАЩre in last place in
everything. We wonтАЩt make the Order of Merit list. Why? Here he is.тАЭ

тАЬWeтАЩre a chain. And if heтАЩs the weakest link, then itтАЩs our job to strengthen him. You forget about the
code?тАЭ

тАЬFor nearly a year IтАЩve put up with this. No more.тАЭ HalitovтАЩs foul breath warmed my neck. тАЬClose your
eyes, little man. IтАЩll do it quick. And you can still tell them it was an accident.тАЭ

Clarion, Narendra, Obote, and Yat-sen had gathered around my bunk and appeared unfazed by
HalitovтАЩs threat. HaltiwangerтАЩs eyes glassed up and his AdamтАЩs apple worked overtime; I knew my
pudgy, redheaded friend wanted to help but was too scared. IтАЩm glad that he didnтАЩt because later on it
made what I had to do to him a little easier.

Dina sprang on Halitov. He shouted, reached back with one hand to block herтАФ

And I rolled out of his grip and spun back to face him, my neck on fire, my knees buckling.

Paul Beauregard, who had been standing somewhere behind Obote and Yat-sen, crossed in front of me,
his arms drawn tight to his chest, his hands balled into fists. Like Halitov, Beauregard stood a full two
meters but boasted the slender frame of a swimmer to HalitovтАЩs wrestler. Even as Dina fought to place
Halitov in a choke hold of her own, Beauregard struck a roundhouse to HalitovтАЩs cheek, sending him and
Dina crashing to the deck.

And then a strange thing occurred, something that made me believe that Halitov was a lot smarter than
he let on. He tore out of DinaтАЩs grasp and hauled himself to his feet. At that moment, I thought he would
square off with Beauregard, but he simply fingered his reddening cheek, nodded to himself as was his
wont, then returned to his gelrack.

Beauregard proffered a hand to Dina, which she accepted with a weary smile. His hand slid up her arm,
behind her neck, and he began to loosen her tense muscles. I had to look away.