Chapter 28
Matthew POV The mid-morning sun was a pale, heatless disk in the Texas sky, doing nothing to warm the training yard. My squad and I were in the middle of a high-intensity grappling circuit when the loudspeakers crackled with a command that silenced the entire field. Moments later, a Lieutenant—one of the "processed" officers whose eyes always seemed just a little too still—marched toward us. "Henderson! Squad 4! Drop the drills and gear up," he barked, his voice devoid of any human inflection. "Scouts have picked up a cluster of Mimics moving through the brush a few miles east. High Command wants them neutralized before they can attempt to infiltrate the perimeter. This is a live-extermination mission." A jolt of pure adrenaline hit my system, but it wasn't the good kind. It was the
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