August 2, UC 0087. 0430 hours Zulu.

Somewhere over the jungles of New Guinea.

"This is Blinder 1, we are in position," Lieutenant Olivia Sondergard reported as her Jet Booster Kai began to loiter over the airspace twenty miles north of Port Moresby, "No hostiles in the area as of yet, awaiting instructions."

"Sit tight Liv, and stick with the plan," Jean suggested over the radio, "They are going to pass right over your position in about twenty minutes, and remember, we only need you to take down those transports. Don't try to be a hero and start taking them all on by yourself. The Major has already gotten his ADVs online, and they should be more than enough to handle those planes. Understood?"

"Yes sir," Liv replied as she barely stifled a yawn, and wishing that she could have another cup of coffee to help her fight off her sleepiness... "But sir, between me and Gordon, I don't think we can take down as many of those Mideas as you'd like, so I hope..."

"Don't worry about us Liv, just take care of yourself," Jean replied, almost comfortingly, "We're ready for them down here."

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"How many Mobile Suits are back online?" Yoko demanded as she boarded her Zugock E2, "Everything in working order?"

"Yun's Nemo and all five of our GM IIs are fully operational," O'Connor responded, "However, the Rick Dias is too badly damaged, and according to the engineers they're going to need some spare parts from the O'Bannon to make it combat ready again..."

"The Barzam?" Yoko asked, straight to the point.

"The engineers have found a spare head for it, but they still have to calibrate its optics," O'Connor replied, "But mam, even if they do get the work done we won't have anybody to pilot it, unless you'd want me to..."

"Tell the engineers to concentrate on the Barzam and leave the Rick Dias for now," Yoko ordered as she started closing the Zugock's cockpit doors, "Forget about the pilot though, I'll be needing that Barzam as a spare."

"But mam, we only have seven Mobile Suits," O'Connor reminded, "Wouldn't it be wiser to deploy all of our available Mobile Suits to..."

"I said, I'll be needing a spare, end of discussion," Yoko repeated. Before O'Connor could respond, the cockpit doors sealed themselves shut, and his further protests fell on deaf ears. He muttered a curse as Yoko's Zugock began to move out.

"A ****ing spare?!" O'Connor muttered as he locked his eyes on Yoko's departing Mobile suit, wanting to vent out some anger at that stupid, inconsiderate *****, "And just how likely are you going to need a damn ****ing spare?!"

Just about as likely as a certain thing going out on a limb to save its friend, my dear O'Connor, Yoko thought with a smile, knowing that O'Connor was probably wondering about this particular detail. And if my guess is right, that's something that's very likely to happen indeed...

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Damn you Yoko... Sylvie thought as she pressed her ear against the door, listening for any sound, and hating herself for doing so. She hated herself for letting herself become Yoko's pet, even if it was only for a while, but her... "better" side had prevailed yet again. She simply couldn't risk harming John, and the sooner she could get him away from Yoko, the better.

****, Sylvie thought as she heard a noise. Somebody's still out there, probably a guard, and she didn't think he'd look too kindly on her if she tried to escape, no matter her intent. She decided to switch to Plan B.

She had already fashioned a makeshift rope out of her bed sheets, and now she began tying it to the nearest fixed post from the window. She muttered as curse as she felt her back itch, doubtless the result of her now dirty clothes and going several days without bathing, and she made a note to find some half-decent clothes before she went out. She didn't want any distractions once the shooting started.

She quickly peered out the window from her second-story room and found the coast to be clear. Even better, she also spotted "her" Barzam in a repair bay close by, and it still seemed to be unmanned at the moment. Deciding to risk it, Sylvie threw the rope out the window and started rappelling down the building's wall, keeping her eyes peeled for any guards. None arrived before she hit the ground.

So far, so good... Sylvie thought as she landed on the ground, before quickly pressing her back against the wall to minimize her visibility. Noticing a nearby window, she decided to take a peek inside. Though the chances were slim, she had not forgotten that Ming was in the same hospital as she was, and if she could have an opportunity to send him off his way this time...

Gina had just opened her eyes in shock as she woke up from another nightmare. Biting her lips in regret as she was reminded once again of what she had done, she looked out the window and felt herself wanting to cry. Her eyes suddenly went wide as she saw a face staring at her through the window.

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"Nikki, will you PLEASE stop following me around," John muttered as he noticed that the crazy witch was once again making him the hapless object of her undivided attention, "Colonel Mason is going to be pretty angry at you again."

"I'm NOT following you around Mr. Recto!" Nikki replied defensively, "It's just that the skipper is saying that the U-557 is ready to head back to the sea, and he was just wondering whether the 606 is ready to follow."

Yeah, and I bet you insisted on delivering the message... John thought tiredly to himself as he scratched his forehead, "Tell the skipper the 606 will be delayed for a while. We still have to pick up those parts they managed to salvage from those two derelict ships, and from what I hear it may take a while to load all those components."

"You... aren't also waiting for that Sylvie are you Mr. Recto?" Nikki asked, looking almost terrified, "From what I hear, she's dangerous, and if she's going to be coming with us..."

"Don't worry Nikki, she's not that dangerous," John replied tiredly, amazed at how simple minded this sonar woman was. You'd almost think she was still a ten year old... "We go way back. And I'm pretty sure she's harmless. Relatively speaking anyway."

"But how can you be sure?!" Nikki pressed on, "I mean... you... and her..."

"Just trust me Nikki," John replied with an almost sad smile, "Because if I have to tell you everything, it's going to be a long story..."

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"Now, are you going to stop screaming, or am I going to have to silence you permanently?" Sylvie threatened as she kept her palm pressed firmly against the female prisoner's mouth, her angry face now hovering inches away from the Titan's. The frightened woman quickly responded with a nod.

"Good..." Sylvie answered as she moved her palm off the woman's mouth, who thankfully remained silent, "Now remember this very well. I was never here, and if you say anything to another soul, I will hunt you down and kill you, understood?"

"U... understood," Gina replied nervously, wondering who the hell this... person, was. She unconsciously let her curiosity get the better of her and asked a question, "Who... who are you?"

"My name is not important," Sylvie replied as she looked into the woman's eyes, surprised that this... Titan was somewhat interested in her identity. She was probably more naive than she had imagined, "And if you are smart, you won't ask this question again. Do you have any spare clothes?"

"I... I think there is a spare pilot suit in the cabinet but..." Gina started, before pausing, unsure if she should continue, "But what are you doing here? Are you a prisoner like me? Are you here to...?"

"Yes, I am prisoner," Sylvie replied as she headed for the cabinet, deciding to lecture this little girl on how the world really is, "But I am not one of you. Ever since what your dastardly organization has done to me, I have sworn never return to serve your kind again."

"What.... what do you mean?" Gina asked, the fear creeping into her voice as she remembered what that AEUG soldier had told her, "What... what did they... we... do to you?"

"You really are that naive, aren't you?" Sylvie accused as she opened the cabinet and found what looked to be a clean Titans pilot suit inside. And one that looked to be about her size as well, "Have you ever heard of genetic manipulation and Newtypes? Or perhaps you've even seen one in action? After all, Murasame is busy creating all those Enhanced humans..."

"That's just Zeon propaganda!" Gina protested, "Newtypes don't really exist... and..."

"Oh really? Well too bad, because you are looking at one of your former specimens," Sylvie countered acidly as she turned her head towards Gina, her eyes burning in anger, "Though I can't blame you for thinking that all this is the work of Zeon. After all, you Titans seem to be following in their footsteps when you gassed 30 Bunch and violated the Antarctic Treaty. If I didn't know better, I'd say we were back in the One Week War."

"Wa... wait... 30 Bunch?" Gina stammered as she remembered another detail of what O'Connor had told her, "Did... did it really...?"

"I was there," Sylvie continued as she started putting on the pilot suit, "And before you start choosing sides I suggest you find out that truth of what happened there."

"And... what is the truth?" Gina asked as she held her breath, knowing that if it was really as terrible as that soldier had told her... Terrible enough to start a war...

"You truly are THAT naive aren't you?" Sylvie concluded tiredly as she turned to face Gina once again, "Well I suggest that you find out by yourself, because until you stop believing everything you hear and start finding the truth on your own, you will never be free. And that's the only truth that I'm going to offer you at this time."

Gina bit her lip after that remark, before deciding to look away and finding herself questioning herself once again. Sylvie merely ignored her and finished changing her clothes. She'd seen Gina's type before: Impressionable, naive, and thus easily manipulated into throwing their lives away for a "worthy" cause. The same type she had been before her now shattered heart realized the truth. 

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"I'm getting Minovsky interference," Gordon reported over the radio, "Losing track of the enemy air formation on radar. Here they come mam..."

"Spotted them..." Liv reported as she saw the first group of enemy aircraft, a flight of four Sabrefish from the looks of it, "Ground control, I've spotted four... no make that six fighters. No transports have shown up as of yet."

"Same here," Gordon reported, "I've got a pair of Dish plus six Fly Manthas, but no Mideas in that group either. They must be hanging out in the rear while the bombers make a preliminary strike."

"Understood," Jean replied as he signaled his men to get ready, "If they're coming in piece by piece, that's just fine by me..."

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"Just made it..." John muttered to himself as alarm sirens began to sound all over the base. He had just finished loading all of the cargo onto the U-606, now if he could only get this piece of human cargo on the 557... "Nikki, get back to your sub. They're going to be needing you there now."

"Aye sir," Nikki replied as she ran towards the submarine, a little pleased at having been able to spend some more time with John nonetheless. A very disapproving Ken Mason was waiting on the conning tower.

"What took you Torecelli?" Ken demanded, annoyed that the little witch was bothering John again, "We've been waiting for you for the past couple of minutes. We need to leave now."

"Coming sir!" Nikki replied as she was about to step into the gangplank, before realizing that the submarine was suddenly much higher in the water than it should be. Her eyes went wide as she realized that a massive cloud of foam had appeared underneath her submarine, and she only had a instant to shout out a warning before her entire world disappeared in a blinding flash.

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"What the hell?!" Jean shouted outloud as a massive explosion engulfed the dock area, "John! Ken! What the hell is going on there?!"

"Jo... John here..." a shaken voice announced over the radio, "****! The 557 just got torpedoed! We're under attack! Get Yoko up here now!"

"What the hell?" Jean started, "John! How could that happen?! Wasn't Honour supposed to..."

"I SAW the ****ing explosion Jean," John shotback, "It was two torpedoes, sure as hell. I'm contacting Honour now, but from the sound of it, he got caught napping as well. I need Yoko's Zugock to take down that enemy submarine now or we're going to have TWO sunk AEUG submarines instead of one!"

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And you seem to have forgotten the second is probably going to be mine, Mr. Recto... Honour thought as he guided his X-7 through a series of evasive maneuvers. The bloody enemy U-class had appeared out of nowhere, and from what he could tell it had brought along three of its Aqua GM friends to help out. He'd been trying to draw their attention from the 606, but he knew that it was only a matter of time before they sank his little Prober...

"Solution is set sir!" techie Rollins reported as he locked in the coordinates of the enemy submarine, "Shall I fire?"

"Do it Rollins, we need to buy Captain Nagato some more time to deploy..." Honour ordered as he barely dodged several torpedoes fired by the Aqua GMs. Rollins immediately complied, and fired the Prober's sole torpedo at the enemy submarine.

The enemy sub was expecting this however, and had already begun launching decoys to fool the incoming torpedo. The Aqua GMs, ignoring the torpedo heading for their mothership, quickly chased after the offending Prober, firing a trio of torpedoes at the mini-submarine. Honour tried his best to evade.

"We're not going to hit her sir..." Rollins warned as their torpedo started chasing after one of the decoys, "I have three inbound. What do we do?!"

"Run and pray," Honour replied simply as he evaded the first enemy torpedo. A second closed on his tail, but he quickly blew his tanks and began to rise to the surface, causing the torpedo to pass harmlessly beneath the X-7's hull. The third torpedo however, this one a guided one, followed the X-7, and Honour could only pray that he could make it to the surface before the damn thing hit...

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Damn... this is bad... John thought as he struggled to pull Nikki out of the water, who was now injured and seemingly in shock. The rest of the 557's crew seemed to have fared worse however, and the few men he had seen floating in the water had suffered severe burns, including skipper Ken Mason. He muttered a curse. He should've been more careful, and because of that...

"Sir this is Sonar!" the U-606's sonar operator declared over the intercom, "We've got her! She seems like a U-class with a silent propulsion system, and she's got three Aqua GMs in escort. ****... I think they've just locked onto the X-7!"

Just to confirm that report the X-7 suddenly burst through the ocean's surface, flying several feet into the air before landing back into the ocean. An explosion erupted just behind the tiny submarine, and John couldn't tell whether or not Honour's little boat had been damaged by the blast.

"John, what's the situation?" Jean demanded worriedly as he kept his eyes peeled for enemy cruise missiles that might be fired by the submarine, knowing they might come as part of a coordinated strike, "How's Honour?"

"I think he's down..." John replied worriedly as he realized that the tiny X-7 was listing to port, obviously having suffered a major leak of some sort, "Where the hell is Yoko?!"

"Already in the water."

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"Hello my pretties..." Yoko declared in an evil tone as she spotted the trio of Aqua GMs, all still focusing their attention on the hapless X-7. Well, it was now to even the odds...

The three Aqua GMs were about to fire another volley to finish off the sinking X-7 when a trio of beams struck them from behind. Two died instantly, while a third lost an arm. The survivor tired to turn, but before it could do so Yoko had closed on the Aqua GM, and she buried her Zugock's claws into the Aqua GM's cockpit. She kicked the shattered wreckage away as her Zugock's mono eyes locked onto her primary target: The enemy U-class.

The submarine's skipper had been warned about the possibility of AEUG underwater Mobile Suits, but he had not taken the threat seriously, and he was about to pay for it as a result. He was just about to order his crew to fire his remaining torpedoes at the enemy MSM when a beam struck the submarine's bow, the shot going clean through the torpedo room and blowing apart the forward portion of the submarine. Yoko decided to come closer before trying to finish off the enemy submarine. She only had a few shots in her beam gun, and seeing the submarine's entrails as she tore it apart with her claws would be much, much, more interesting...

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Regardless of the little battle that was going on below the ocean, Liv was having problems of her own. The sky around her was now clear of enemy aircraft, yet both she and Gordon had not yet spotted even a single enemy transport. Something was definitely amiss...

"Liv, have you spotted any enemy transports yet? You should have spotted some by now," Jean asked as he tried to keep his voice calm, feeling almost overwhelmed with all the battles going on all over the place.

"Still nothing sir," Liv replied patiently, "Either they took a different path or they simply aren't coming at all. Unless..."

"Unless what?" Jean demanded.

"Unless those Mobile Suits are already on the ground..."

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"This is certainly an interesting mode of attack..." Hawkins commented as his Marasai nearly lost its balance in the rugged terrain north of the New Guinea Base. Around him, other pilots were suffering the same problem, especially those new members from the 23rd.

"Hawkins, not another damn lecture on what happened to your countrymen at Arnhem, alright?" Natalie reminded in frustration, having her own difficulties moving in the unfamiliar terrain, "I didn't have a choice."

"I know mam, please forgive me..." Hawkins replied apologetically. Though landing so far from their target had always proven to be a disastrous proposition, in this case Natalie simply didn't have a choice. Most of her men had not been equipped nor trained in parachute jumping, and she was forced to land the Mideas and their cargo on an open clearing a few miles north of the base compound. At least, Hawkins thought, this time they had managed to land ALL of their equipment safely, and maybe with a little bit more luck they'd fare better than Urquhart's men...

"Save the apologies for later Hawkins..." Natalie ordered as she nervously scanned the area around her. Something was telling her that invisible death was coming, and the closer she got to the base, the stronger this feeling had become...

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****, why didn't I think of that before?!" Jean thought angrily to himself. Those were regular Federal troops, not paratroopers, and only paratroops were crazy enough to...

"Got something sir..." a Type 74 ground sonar operator reported as he adjusted a few more knobs on his controls, "Mobile Suits... Approximately twenty in all, and..."

"****! This is ADV 01!" another voice shouted over the radio net, "I've spotted those bogeys, and they're all coming in! Dozens of them! Request permission to fire!"

"This is Major Anderson, I've spotted them too," the Major reported in a calmer tone, "All forces, concentrate on taking down those planes first. Fire at will!"

The weapons officer on ADV 01 barely nodded in acknowledgement as he went to work, aiming the modified Hovertruck's turret at the closest group of enemy bombers. Based on the Russian Army's Tunguska air defense vehicles fielded during the 1990s, the Hover ADV was perhaps the deadliest anti-air platform ever developed, being armed with a pair of 30mm vulcan cannons as well as a quartet of SAM launchers for both long and short ranged air defense. Unfortunately, the entire force only had three of these ADVs. There were nearly thirty Federal planes coming in.

Jean took careful aim at the lead Fly Mantha, but before he could fire a missile from one of the ADVs blotted it out of the sky. Four more fell in the next ten seconds, until the ADVs switched to their gun systems as they reloaded their SAM launchers. A massive wall of gun and beam fire greeted the Federal fighters, and soon more and more planes began dropping from the sky. The bandit count quickly dropped from thirty to twenty, then down to fifteen, but the Federal pilots gallantly pressed on their attacks, ignoring their severe losses, and began firing back at the AEUG troops with their cannons. One of the Type 82s got caught in a well-aimed strafing run and exploded, while a GM II took a hit in the mono sensor and was temporarily forced out of the battle. But the fire from the AEUG troops was still too intense, and it only seemed a matter of time before the Federal planes were exterminated. That is, until their own Mobile Suits arrived.

Jean was surprised when he suddenly saw a line of Federal GM IIs appearing out of the jungle, much faster than he had anticipated, and he tried to shout out a warning to the rest of his command. He was too late, as a volley of beams tore through the AEUG ranks, exploding another Type 82 and damaging one of his GM IIs. Jean belatedly ordered his men to aim at the enemy Mobile Suits, thankful that the enemy's accuracy had been so poor, but by then the Fly Manthas had come close enough to start dropping their loads, and confusion quickly ensued in the AEUG lines as death fell from above.

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"The enemy line is in confusion!" one of 23rd's platoon leaders reported over the Titans radio net, "Our surviving air assets are now breaking off!"

"Hawkins?" Natalie asked as she turned to her XO.

"Artillery batteries are ready mam," Hawkins reported, "And Ivan has scouted out their flanks as you ordered. Both their flanks seem to be a lot weaker than we expected."

"Good," Natalie replied with a nod, though still having that uneasy feeling she had felt earlier, "Order the 23rd to advance on the enemy line, and have the artillery covering their every move. Hawkins, take half of the 16th and roll up their right flank. The rest of you, follow me and we'll take their left. We're going to surround these *******s ladies and gentlemen, and we're going to make sure none of them get away..."

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Damn! Jean thought as he surveyed the carnage all around him. Several more of the Type 82s had been blown apart by the Fly Manthas, as well as one of his precious GM IIs, while the rest of the survivors were all badly shaken by the exploding bombs. His team was off-balance now, and unless he could regain the initiative...

"Jean, remind me not to leave you alone ever again," Yoko declared as her Zugock appeared and joined the thinned AEUG line, easily dodging a few beams fired in her direction, "What the hell's been happening around here?!"

"And what the hell took you so damn long?!" Jean shouted back, "I thought there was only one enemy sub out there, shouldn't you have..."

"Later Jean, save it for the debriefing..." Yoko replied, not wanting to tell Jean on how she had a little "fun" with the doomed crew of that enemy submarine, "We have to stabilize the front. We'd better get the Major to..."

"Here they come!" the Major suddenly warned as the whole Federal line began to advance, "Open fire!"

"****..." Yoko muttered as she turned her attention back to the incoming GM IIs, aiming her beam gun at the lead GM II's cockpit as she tried to ignore the artillery shells that were now falling all around her. Before she could fire however, a beam lanced right through one of the GM II's legs, quickly toppling the Mobile Suit to the ground as the pilot lost balance. Yoko found herself grinning as she realized who it was.

"Unless your conscience can handle the thought of killing Federal trainees, I suggest you aim at those GM's legs to disable them. Because from the looks of it those kids still aren't used to gravity," a voice "suggested" as another exquisitely aimed shot disabled a second GM II, "And will somebody start counter-batterying their artillery? They should have a couple of Guntank IIs a mile or two behind the frontline, and they have to be taken out quickly."

"What the hell are YOU doing out here?!" Jean asked angrily as he realized who it was, followed by a dozen voices asking the same question, but the voice merely ignored them and fired a third shot, disabling a third GM II.

"Welcome to the party Subject V, and nice to see you finally come around," Yoko added in an evil tone, "And I see you're still trying to save everybody as ever."

"Don't start with me and just get back to fighting Captain Nagato," Sylvie replied tiredly as she started heading for another firing position, "My actions are none of your concern."

"But they certainly are mine Sylvie!" Jean shouted angrily in reply, noticing some of the former Zeon soldiers were now motioning threateningly at Sylvie's Barzam, "You can't just barge in here and start ordering people around! There are..."

"Whatever," Sylvie interrupted coldly, as she fired a fourth shot that disabled yet another GM II, "That's almost half of those GM IIs now Jean, your boys still haven't even gotten one. Just tell me that you really want me to stop."

"Jean, save the legal matters for later," Anderson ordered as he checked on his artillery crews, who were now targeting those enemy Guntanks. He found himself being thankful to Sylvie for stabilizing the situation, "We'll discuss the status of Sylvie later. For now she's proving herself to be on our side."

"I won't serve with this psychopath!" Yun declared defiantly as he heard the Major's remark, "We can't just let her..."

"Then perhaps you would prefer to die, child," Sylvie admonished as she fired a fifth shot, taking down a GM II that was aiming its weapon at Yun, "My job would be easier if I didn't have to baby-sit children like you."

"You..." Yun started shakily.

"Major, you might also want to check your flanks," Sylvie suggested, not even bothering to listen to what Yun had to say, "There are probably more of these Titans lurking around, and I think they might try to hit us on both flanks and try to surround us. At least, that's what I would do."

"Yun, take Erich and strengthen our right," Anderson ordered, quickly deciding to take Sylvie's advice, "Yoko, check up on the left."

"No problem sir," Yoko responded with a grin, "And I told you she would be worth it."

"Yoko!" Yun started once again, "You can't just let her...!"

"Yu... Yun sir, let's just go?" Erich suggested nervously as he began moving as ordered, "Please sir?"

"But..." Yun started again.

"Fine, once this battle is done go ahead and kill me. I won't resist," Sylvie promised the still defiant Yun, "I'm not afraid of death anymore. What about you?"

"Yun, just get moving!" Jean ordered as he saw the tension between he two start heating up yet again. Damn Sylvie for doing that to Ming. Damn Ming for killing Max and doing this to Sylvie. And damn Yun for being as pig headed as both of them! "Erich already has a head start on you!"

"Fine, but I'll get you..." Yun promised as he quickly followed his wingman. Erich looked back at him with a disapproving look on his face, but Yun ignored him. One way or another, he was going to get that Subject V...

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Something was definitely going wrong... Natalie thought to herself as she finished hearing the scattered reports from the 23rd. The initial attack had been suddenly stopped cold by a lone sniper, who had disabled half of the attacking GM IIs and forced the rest to fall back. And that was now definitely bothering her. The enemy sniper's style seemed to be familiar... in fact very familiar to her... Because it was something that she had counted on in many battles during the past four years...

"Hawkins, what's happening down your end?" Natalie inquired, wanting to ignore the nagging feeling now creeping up her spine, and telling herself that it was just not possible. She was already dead, all the reports had said so, and she wouldn't have joined them... Unless that Wilkins had done something so horrible that...

"We've begun to engage the enemy," Hawkins reported over the radio, "And there are far more of them than we thought. They have at least two Mobile Suits, and my team is currently pinned down. But thankfully, it seems that sniper hasn't shown up here yet, so he... or she still be occupied with pinning down the 23rd."

So he noticed it too? Natalie thought as she swallowed hard. Damn it... what do I do? What if I DO meet her? And what would she do if she realized it was me? Is it really her anyway? Or did they do something to her that so that she was no longer the person that had been her dearest friend?

Get a hold of yourself Natalie... it probably isn't her... Natalie told herself as she realized the distracting thoughts were getting the better of her. She said she was trained by that Max, and he probably could've trained others. Yes. That was probably it. And with all the people defecting to AEUG... "Ivan, how much farther are the AEUG lines?" Natalie asked.

"Close mam..." Ivan responded as he worriedly scanned the are around him, wary of that enemy sniper, "And mam, I think we'd better..."

"I know Captain, order the men to keep their heads down," Natalie ordered. Whoever you are you sniper... I'm not about to let you kill everybody in my command...

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"My, my Sylvie... aren't your powers ever so useful?" Yoko observed as she spotted a trio of Marasais, all of them trying to flank them as Sylvie had predicted. Yun and Erich had already pinned down another group on their right, but this particular group would be all hers, and as luck would have it, all three were Titans. She would relish the chance of making their deaths extremely slow, gruesome, and painful, especially the one in the middle that seemed to be their commander. A horrible death was the only death fit for one of those Titans *******s, and the most horrible ones she reserved only for their commanders...

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