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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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