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| The odds were starting to turn
against Lauren. The shadowy figures were recovering and they hosed
her position with laser fire so intense that she could not return fire.
Slinging her rifle over her shoulders she protected her head from flying
chunks of temple wall as best as she could with both hands and ran in a
semi-crouch along the wall. The wall’s low ornamental trim offered
her adequate but thin protection. A simian made a choice of poor
timing and left its hiding place on the wall to scamper for safer ground.
The shadow fire accidentally cut the simian down. It plummeted to
the ground, screaming as it fell.
Jillian had regained consciousness
and had lied under the overhanging temple wall for a good ten minutes while
the battle raged. Without warning she grabbed her weapon and blew
out the backs of two shadows directly in front of her. She then flipped
onto her belly and began picking off shadows, sniper fashion. Lauren
had jumped from the wall and dropped to the ground. She cautiously
edged herself around the wall. There were three shadow figures still
left and they were still pouring laser fire into her last position.
Lauren picked off one and injured another, before they realized where the
fire was coming from. She decided to rush their position with her
laser rifle pouring a cover fire. The uninjured shadow stood up and
had a perfect headshot line up on Lauren, when it was cut down; presumably
by the unseen Jillian.
Lauren leaped the wall and pointed
her rifle at the injured shadow lying on its back on the ground.
It threw up its hands in the universal symbol of surrender and babbled
some frantic alien gibberish. Before Lauren could take it prisoner
it’s head exploded from a laser shot from behind Lauren. Lauren didn’t
even need to turn around to realize it was Jillian.
“What the hell do you think you’re
doing,” Lauren spat out at Jillian without even turning to address
her. Jillian still held her laser rifle high; butt of the gun
still against her cheek, and her eye still sighting through its scope.
Jilllian’s aim shifted slightly over to the small of Lauren’s back.
It would be so easy for Jillian to solve her Sargent problems out here
in the middle of nowhere. No one would be the wiser.
Without warning the ruined temple
complex and all of the dead and dying shadows disappeared, leaving
behind the cool, dry air of the darkened Dominai training room.
It was a huge amphitheater that appeared way too large for the simulation
the two women had just gone threw. Each woman was highlighted by
a beam of light thrust through the darkness from some unknown source.
A third beam of light from the periphery of the training room steadily
approached them. When the light beam drew near it revealed an emaciated,
hooded Dominai within.
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