[And here's Firo, his clothing once again riddled through with bullet holes. This time, however, his chopper is slung over his shoulder on a leather strap. He swipes sweat from his forehead, yelling orders obliviously.]
Lyman, Warren, around back! See what's holding 'em up. I've got this way covered, and don't argue!
[Blink. Blink blink. He groans.] Just plug me and put me out of my misery. How did I get here?
Lyman, Warren, around back! See what's holding 'em up. I've got this way covered, and don't argue!
[Blink. Blink blink. He groans.] Just plug me and put me out of my misery. How did I get here?
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