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-Seven klicks west and 4,000 metres up, Boone stood stiffly, high on the promontory. He lowered his binoculars and watched the rising plume on the desert floor. He didn’t need the telescopic rangefinder to see the convoy: its exhaust signature lit up half the goddamn sky.
+High on the mountain promontory, Seven klicks west and 4,000 metres up, Boone observed the rising plume on the desert floor. He didn’t need his telegraphic scope to watch: These morons were clear as day. Their MIS signature lit up half the goddamn sky. Taking them down would be simple pleasure.
-Boone barked into his wrist-comm. “All right, [[Genevieve “Chip” Carpenter|Chip]], we have a lock. I’m going in.”
+Boone barked into his wrist-comm. “All right, [[Genevieve “Chip” Carpenter|Chip]], I’m going in.”
 Static crackled.
-The [[GC]] came on the line. Her voice was nasal, pinched: more stressed even than usual. “Now listen here, Boone. No funny stuff, this time. I ''mean'' it. We have to play this by the book. Do you hear?”
+The [[GC]] came on the line. Her voice was nasal, uptight: more even than usual. “Now listen here, Boone. No funny stuff, this time. I ''mean'' it. We have to play this by the book. Do you hear?”
-Boone growled. “Playing it ‘by the book’ has been the ''problem'' all along. We can’t play by their rules, Ma’am. We are bound to lose. We have to change up the rules.”
+Boone growled. “Playing it by the book is the goddamn ''problem'', Chipper, and you know it.”
-“''Jesus'', Boone. When will you learn? The storm is coming, whether we like it or not. It’s ''coming''. We just have to deal with it. We can get through this. But we have to be ''aligned''.”
+“''Jesus'', Boone. When will you learn? This storm is coming, whether we like it or not. It’s ''coming''. We just have to deal with it. We can get through this. But we have to be ''aligned''.”
-Boone looked up from the wrist-comm. He regarded the great expanse beneath him, yawning away to the horizon. A curlicue of smoke, tainted pink in the dying sunset, rose above [[Lissingdown]]. For a moment, he smiled at the brilliantine recollections of his life in that wonderful settlement. He drank in the beauty. These were his kin. His people. His ''life''. His ''home''.  These were ''his'' tranquil traditions. The ancient solemnity. The august institutions. The whole gamut of ''[[precedent]]''. Imponderable. ''Indispensable''. All of it was ''his''. And they were surrendering. They were lying down and taking it. As these death machines advanced, he saw their collective futures dangling above the abyss, hanging by a single [[golden thread]]. He knew it: ''he was that golden thread''.
+Boone looked up from the wrist-comm. He regarded the great expanse beneath him, yawning away to the horizon. A curlicue of smoke, tainted pink in the dying sunset, rose above Lissingdown. For a moment, he smiled at the brilliantine recollections of his life in that wonderful settlement. He drank in the beauty. These were his kin. His people. His ''life''. His ''home''.  These were ''his'' tranquil traditions. The ancient solemnity. The august institutions. The whole gamut of ''[[precedent]]''. Imponderable. ''Indispensable''. All of it was ''his''. And they were surrendering. They were lying down and taking it. As these death machines advanced, he saw their collective futures dangling above the abyss, hanging by a single [[golden thread]]. He knew it: ''he was that golden thread''.
-“I can see you down there, you know. It’s so —beautiful. There is too much at stake, Ma’am”.
+“There is too much at stake, Chip”.
-“Boone! Listen to me!”
+“Nonsense. We’ve charged up the ineffability shields. We’ve flooded the prolixity ditches. We’re confident they’ll hold.”
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-The asthmatic wheeze of the old GFC risk radar winding up behind Lissingdown’s regulatory perimeter alerted everyone in the compound. This was ''serious''. The township scrambled.
-DCM infantry fanned out behind the Wall. A thirty-strong NDA unit took their positions on top of it. In GM free-data zone the procurement engineers primed the forward engagement letter array. A diesel generator coughed into life and the CPD coordinator whirred, caught the signal from the cloud and oriented towards the incoming.
-A structured derivatives detachment crossed the square at a running cadence. They towed an elderly medium-range note programme and punched out a call-and-response cannon to keep their time.
-Section leader Remy Martinez holstered his side-letter and ferried a crocodile of trainees across the prospect and down into the blast bunker.
-“Heads down, okay kids? Everything’s going to be just fine.”
-A corporate secretarial assistant tugged on his hand. He couldn’t have been more than 3 years pqe. “Remy, I’m scared.”
-“Hey, hey, hey — c’mon now, Benny. We’ll get through this. The [[GC]] is strong. she’s got a plan. We have to believe. If we stay together, we’re strong, right? You know, like a bunch of twigs.”
-“Good one,” said a voice from the back.
-Martinez paused, and regarded their grubby little faces, apprehensive, innocent, but filled with hope. “We ''got'' this okay?”
-A line tanker crossed behind them.
-“look! They’re flooding the prolixity ditches. No Double-Oh ordnance can get through those. Come on guys. Believe in this.”
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-“Nonsense. We’ve charged up the ineffability shields. We’ve flooded the . We’re confident they’ll hold.”
 “You ''think'' so?”